necessary poem

2006-02-03 - 11:11 a.m.

Okay, it's technically february, but I do like this poem:


The days are short,
the sun a spark
Hung thin between
the dark and dark

Fat snowy footsteps
track the floor,
Milk bottles burst
outside the door.

The river is
a frozen place
Held still beneath
the trees of lace

The sky is low,
the wind is gray
The radiator
purrs all day.

John Updike

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