Trapped

Winds lash out on barren oak trees, blizzards

drop flakes the size of broad maple leaves

white powder drifts blanket rooftops.

Snowbound in a lavatory, fluorescent lights flicker

as we sing old Beatle tunes and keep time on trashcans

ice clinging to the ceiling alike acorn caps.

Pitching coins in a porcelain latrine

wet dimes and nickels encircle drainpipes,

bounce off urinal cakes and screen deodorizes.

Two days gone by, we quit the rank shelter

amusement quite stale dialoging with Siri

rescued by snowplows and disaster responders.

By Sterling Warner

From: United States

Website: https://www.amazon.com/author/amazon.com_sterling.warner