Sometime last century
we found ourselves walking
the main street of a small village
white and green houses
completely snowed in.
Front doors vanished
behind upside-down coconut ice
cream cones waving over blinding sands.
There were no visible routes
for ingress, egress, any gress.
The town library waged
a brave and unsuccessful battle
to keep its books available to residents
before it finally gave up,
conceded that only a January thaw
of biblical proportions or a spring outbreak
of Gulf air, would free its face
to the world – both as likely
as every elementary school student
coming down with the flu at the same time.
Those who wanted
to borrow a book, visit
in a neighbor’s kitchen
or deliver a package
would have to find another way.
This is neat… I like the use of color and the ambiguity it creates.