Bracing For The Lake Effect
She sips green tea
This coffee's gone cold, again
Shutters creak, cry to come inside
Dog dreams hover overhead
In the low ceiling's trapped heat
But escape is never an option here
Better to brace ourselves for the coming calendar
Send cold rosary prayers to frozen saints
Sketch elusive Barcelona by her open waters
Between the short-lived suns of December on
Where sleep feels narcotic, almost anesthetic
Before ourselves dare dream of heat's release
When dogs run free in search of Spanish sol
And so kettle cries fog brittled windows
We drink deep, steel the soul instead for now
Hot tea, slow blood, cold caffeine
Surround this island, around this island
Where we have fashioned naive architectures
Of hours spent in darkness beneath incandescent
Reading Hemingway and humming a cante fandango
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