SNOWBALL'S CHANCE

Bump in the night
the power goes off
too much snow kicks us offline
an overload
I fumble thru the pitch black house
no lights no clock
no micro or coffee pot
even old reliable
the refrigerator light is off
the only thing that works is the faucet
we are captives of the power grid
we cannot do a thing without it
everything shuts down
the house gets colder and colder
no place to go
no place to write
I shiver in the dark
without even the warmth of
a poem.

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