Mary Alexandra Agner
Could be methane, nitrogen, or good old H₂O.
They want it shoveled, driveways blown.
Dad doubted I'd amount to much
but methane, nitrogen, or good old H₂O,
powder, packed, or slush,
they want it shoveled, driveways blown.
He's still in Buffalo.
I've shoveled outer moons and edges of the Kuiper Belt.
There's always someplace further out that doesn't melt.
Mary Alexandra Agner writes of dead women, telescopes, and secrets. It is August and all the snow concomitant with the writing of this poem, sadly, has melted. Visit her webpage at http://www.pantoum.org.