Cold Front Approaching
The city is in a code red.
The driving snow
makes it hard to breathe
even through my woolen scarf.
During the walk from the subway,
my eyebrows are ice coated.
Even the foyer smells dampish sour.
Walking inside the apartment,
instead of spiced chicken cutlets,
I smell last night’s tuna can.
Now the apartment.
is less than half furnished
and I
have a new appreciation
of winter storm warnings.
Cold Chowder
All the ingredients
are
properly prepared.
Clams shucked;
onions, celery, carrots
cut and cubed;
flour, butter and cream
whisked
thick and smooth.
Simmered
yet never boiled.
The only item
missing
is you.
Tense
After
he has gone to work,
she
assembles
those items
which would not haunt her
and writes
this note:
Goodbie Forever.
She wants to say more
but
her spelling is poor
and she
always uses
the wrong form
of the verb
to be.
That is about
to change.
