Local Forecast

17 degrees below zero
and falling—
he’s cold
out here,

yet he prefers
this frigidity
to its alternative:

inside
with her,
falling.

Switching on the porch light,
she turns;
to the blowing snow and darkness,
he turns, “Been there, done that.”

And the porch light
fragments
in the snow crystals,
falling

Falling.

Bill Schulz