Last Weekend's Snow Storm
Jack Bryson
[normio@worldnet.att.net]
Up state New York:
Many an hour has
come and gone since
the snow forced us to stop,
God only knows where.
Night time begins to
darkly approach as the
two of us snuggle
closer together here in
the front seat of old
dependable Gurty.
We've had her close to 15
years, she still purrs with
the best of them, scooting
down the road at
40 miles an hour.
No doubt a blanket of white
covers Gurty from the top
of her roof to the ground.
We are merely a bump on
the horizon.
Only the warmth of our bodies
staves off the cold blizzard
air as we are wrapped in the
metal arms of Gurty.
My loved one has
fallen asleep, my own eye lids
are slowly closing out what
little I can see.
Now it seems so warm,
yes, it does seem
warmer.
© 1998 Jack Bryson, all rights reserved
appears here by permission
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My feelings on an item in the newspaper: "An Elderly Couple Died
in Last Weekend's Snow Storm," in up state New York, January, 1962.
This is a mind's eye of what might have happened, if I were outside
the window of Gurty on the day of the event.
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