That Night (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
I remember well that night, now twenty years gone the hollow echo on the line after I answered him that ...
I remember well that night, now twenty years gone the hollow echo on the line after I answered him that ...
Preserved, as if still alive under the hard-packed white the drifts, the dunes covering the cars in white Like mammoths ...
Like silken cocoons waiting for the metamorphosis the cars under the snow in cocoons of white Wondering what they would ...
Like whales beached on the sand covered in the dunes each car, like an archaeological dig ancient Egypt a treasure ...
Inside the rain the wet seeping in wicking the heat a chill to my skin Wishing for warmth heat in ...
The precision, I remember his motions helping me create the car the weight we added Balancing the shape the aerodynamics ...
Watching the weather checking the gear loading the car for the ski trip nothing to fear Down in the shop ...
The sounds all muffled under our hoods and hats cutting through, the distinctive noise hearing the greasy snow The pavement ...
Our world, covered all encased in white the drifting snow blowing no other sound at all The sound of the ...
Running for coffee out to the car, still night The sound of the wind in the maples, losing their leaves ...
Maybe not as bad as herding cats wrangling felines, not that tough the not yet awake children a bit more ...
Even from my speeding car, a half mile or more away They cut silently through the skin of the lake ...
The car, sport utility vehicle, an amber flash of light, staccato, turning left, while parked engine off, flashing left wipers ...
Yellow dust, a patina of pollen covering the cars below the ancient oak planted long before the city grew, the ...
Corpses piled up on the curb limbs becoming bare in the winter air, shadows of the needles fallen below on ...
Time off Time away Time to recharge To fight another day Fun and sun On the run To the park ...
What was the weather forecast, what did they say? Black ice? Words that harken back, bring me to a moment ...
Shy and Shane sat watching the rain a duck waddled by our window pane There was no sun, not anywhere ...
Looking out, over the sink of dishes Out onto the alley, the stories Walking by my view Wondering who the ...
A quiet ride in the car after the kites were back in the trunk, all buckled in and ready to ...
He had a stroke, we had no car. He told his wife to give us the keys, while he was ...
God provided in the most mysterious way when a car died and a man gave us a gift He was ...
Pitch the Tent on the lawn set up the chairs, the signs, the pulpit flagmen at the roadside, cars parked ...
A day not unlike today pulling me back in time to that fateful day before the call from the state ...
Snow continues to fall young faces pressed against the windows climb the back of the couch dream of snowmen, castles, ...
Snow in the air long before the first flakes started their long fall from the heavens snow in the feel, ...
A wonderful Christmas lies poised, ready, wrapped and bowed labeled and marked a pile of presents, separate paper for each ...
Okay, it felt a lot like a lot more than a cold breeze a frigid arctic blast, more like it, ...
Driving in town, between the drops of rain watch the people scurry, trudge, dash, between the buildings, hunker down at ...
A tiny bride, with a veil that was her mother's when we wed White dress, white tights, black school shoes, ...
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