Slippery

The winter sky grows bleaker every day,
that front which vexed those in another state
has made it quite belligerent and gray
and very few look forward to their fate.
If only we had heeded the reports
that indicated treacherous terrain
we might have been concerned when out of sorts
became a road we couldn’t quite maintain.
Remember: if you must, deploy a flare
to indicate you’ve had a little hitch,
reduce your speed to dodge the dark despair
of winding up in some deserted ditch—
We live our lives (for the most part) alone,
until we are one, with the great unknown.


Dedicated to Pat, see you on the other side brother.