Monday, January 07, 2008


Erratic glare ice
Conglomerated slowly with
Falling wintrily snow in
Parking lots incorporated with
Lines that are covered so
It's not so concrete
On where to park
The sky keeps sagging
Integrating stacks and more,
Consuming the banality
Of another brightly lit sign

1 comment:

  1. Thank you for the interesting poem. I like the image of a sky so heavy with snow that the clouds seemingly sag with the weight.