Month: February 1996

I’m not the only one Who sees the truth Beneath the skin Of our stated promises and ideals. Perhaps: my task, the skin to unpeel. This issue from my work’s not said in jest, in fun; And I’d rather not be mean, nor ruth- Less in my avoidance of this apparent sin. Still, in a…

Beginning on a Thursday night The rain became sleet, became ice — Later falling as snow.On Friday there was A give-and-take: The gift of weather (A day off from work) And the inevitable tax (The power went out). I remember Saturday, But I don’t much recall What I did: The power had been restored, And…