Affirmative Action

It isn't the blanket.  Linus is just closer than anyone else.

The blanket will make a fittingly sharp sport-coat though.

Snow

is ice cold
is me laughing at a black AMG Mercedes
coupe that gets stranded at the bottom of a hill


is warm too
is a white boy coming from a red Chevy Aveo
to help the bemused black man in the black Benz


is a reason for my mind to drift deeper
than two cars that make it from the bottom
of a hill only to get stuck halfway from its top


is a pseudonym for Robert Frost's ghost
is a reason to forego the fence to forget the phone
to remember that each cell we hold is one to billions that sustain us


is a syllogism for Creation
is what settled at the North and the South poles
after it rained for forty days and for forty nights


is a synonym for transience
is coming off my body after three hours of shoveling
evaporating from my black-tarred skin like rain from a midsummer's street

Bridge May Be Icy

Froth of Guinness spruces his 'stache

While Mist of Arbor hovers in her throat

He remembers her days of exoticism

As she longs for his former brilliance

He slams the brakes at the sign

And beats the horn with increasing stupor

Accelerating with a first kiss' thrill

Because the bridge has only one narrow lane

Both drunk with the wrong reason

And without a designated driver

They see a pointy flash of yellow

Approaching like a sobriety test

A quarter mile was the deepest 

The former lovers ever fell