Early January

Notes From the Polar Vortex

 

When a Great Lake shows

imperfect orbs of dirty ice,

And a small one gives

hydraulics a new expression,

Those afflicted together

huddle for warmth, not love.

 

The amorous face will appear here,

And this is one of love's flaws,

Or love's suffering of idolatry.

 

Water and everything (with the exception

of my meager suffering) 

do not seek  the appearance of love.