My city she is

My city she is a fever dream,

she is a hot kiss on the mouth, she is

turbulent and the ruling goddess of my life.

And sometimes she is too kind to understand

and sometimes she is

a frigid bitch. 

The Winter Landscape

Those of you who live here

know we had an unusually mild December.

But Winter has arrived

in it's cold and windy way

and folks bounce down the sidewalk

in their coats

like marshmallows in a bumper car race.

Growing up, my father

worked at a Golf Club

and when I had a snow day

I would go in to work with him.

My sister and I would sled on the good hills

for hours

and stumble inside

to drink hot chocolate and watch cartoons

on the big TV.