Author: Matt Keough

“So, don’t hang your hat
where the rubber hits the road”
That made zero sense.

You could not miss it
Just set your eyes on the east
A rainbow skyline

I followed the signs
Dead end, back up, fits and starts
A parking lot maze

Ev’ry week must end
The work does not end with it
We pause tomorrow

Funny calendar!
Some dates just seem more special
It’s arbitrary

The wind now whistles
It is not a happy tune
Now piercing our ears

So very frigid
The polar vortex descends
Staying warm indoors

Packed away with snow
We can’t let mildew destroy
Set up tents inside