Your Final Day

A day not unlike today
pulling me back in time
to that fateful day
before the call
from the state police

Nor’ Easter, cold and urgent
gripped the state, the region
cold relentless snow, fell
or hurtled to the earth
covering in feet, not mere inches

Schools and work gave way
giving in to the force of the storm
the fury of its blast, before the
freezing rain fell,
on all too cleared roads
layer on layer it fell,
coating everything bare
in black ice

A tired man, after a long night
at his work, finished project
a day on the slopes,
car trouble after one last run

Down the interstate he flew,
tired and unaware,
to his destiny that night
on the black ice

February 14, 2007 17:10


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