“A CRUSH OF SNOW”

A crush of snow
beneath rubber soles.
I spit
and a small home
is made for it.
The door opens.
My hand shovels
inside; searches.
No letters today.
“Nobody cares,”
I tell myself.
I spit
and a small home
is made for it.
A crush of snow
beneath rubber soles.
The door opens.
I shuffle inside,
kicking my feet.
My face glows
in a puff of heat.
Cinnamon
and sound.
Eggnog
all around.
“No letters today,”
I say aloud
to an empty house.
I skip past
the kitchen table,
letting my jeans
slide down; My belt
unfastened.
The door opens.
At last,
I can sit
and forget it.

narrative poem written on 11-22-2011 by: on mattkane.com
view image of poem

SHARE THIS POEM!

- Remove line breaks