Blizzard Begining by Paul Binger
On tonight’s cold walk
home–so cold even the
streetlights were huddled
together in an effort to stay
warm–I thought about calling
a taxi and taking it to the
apartment we used to share;
imagining that when I arrived,
all these years after I left,
you would open the door
and forgive me for being late.
_Bison Jack
Her Two Cents
Jack
forgive me
open the door
after I left
I arrived,
we used to…
a taxi
I thought about calling
stay
streetlights
so cold
tonight’s cold
The original is sweet.
Her two cent reply is brilliant.