Interlude
(after the ice storm of 2013)
Let us walk the asphalt sea
now that the ice is off the trees
and view the islands of debris.
Let us speak
of easier times,
of neighbors
and building a home
(not rebuilding).
Remember that owl sitting in the walnut
where the big branch used to be?
Come—
let us stroll and reminisce
and share the future’s hopeful kiss.
—Steve Boint (author of “Frail as Paper”)