Monday, January 6, 2014


The phone call came in the middle of this poem.  School will be closed tomorrow as well.  Momentary will be a moment longer.  

They predict
These are momentary,
These below zero days.
The thought a child
Might freeze to death
On a bus stop,
Even bundled
Like the Pillsbury dough boy.
Stay in
Stay in
For God’s sake
Stay in
The sun and blue and ice
Are pretty enough
No need to venture
There is plenty to eat
At home.
Stay in
Watch the way the bushes
Hold snow.
Now the phone call
Momentary will extend
To tomorrow.
I will go out
Illinois momentary
Does not count
For a Minnesota girl
Bundled like the Pillsbury dough boy
The way we always were.

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