Confession

wondering... what's the cure?
drawing a blank... it's right on paper
frail as a stumbling winter
the blizzard takes down foundations
outside... eyes get frozen shut
it's no one's judge, just common sense
but who are we to complain?
we've done it ourselves
clenching arm to arm to stay warm
when shelter is that one step beyond
is it possible to make it?
if we didn't find it so inscrutable
look at what stands over there
so affable, so pleasent
but where we stand we feel there's no need to move
and there you claim your pedistool

Mike McVeigh
11-23-01
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