driveway Olympics

The world iced, every inch glistening in the sun.

Zigzag tracks of our house cat that has walked away.

Across the bay, a tanker moves at a glacier’s pace.  

V is talking — the garage door pasted shut,

my eye straying to those lights, frozen droplets

in the branches — champagne.  

If I didn’t have myself, where would I be? 

A moment deep and wide for drinking.

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2 Responses to driveway Olympics

  1. louis says:

    V is talking-the garage door pasted shut.

    love it.

    • jillbpearlman says:

      As my mother used to say, “Another country heard from!” I do like his voice breaking in there — what took so long? Thanks, Louis!

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