becomes colder, I begin to laugh
that this subtropical paradise is
freezing us all...scarves, coats, hats
the fragile oranges, strawberry plants
I remember in the oldest houses,
how the heat didn't work, the fifties
in Central Fl, lakes nearby frosted,
and pipes frozen and plants withered
Now, in this small idealic place near the river,
One unit heats all and my cat sleeps warm.
I bring in hibiscus, and herbs, and they crowd
the kitchen with green towering selves
I sip hot wine and listen to orchestras of past
I remember how small a thing, a pair of gloves
can be when standing in the cold no matter where
And how kind of stupid this poem is, but really don't care.
that this subtropical paradise is
freezing us all...scarves, coats, hats
the fragile oranges, strawberry plants
I remember in the oldest houses,
how the heat didn't work, the fifties
in Central Fl, lakes nearby frosted,
and pipes frozen and plants withered
Now, in this small idealic place near the river,
One unit heats all and my cat sleeps warm.
I bring in hibiscus, and herbs, and they crowd
the kitchen with green towering selves
I sip hot wine and listen to orchestras of past
I remember how small a thing, a pair of gloves
can be when standing in the cold no matter where
And how kind of stupid this poem is, but really don't care.
