a crazy thought driving home from work
through a whiteout in upstate New York
the road a thickly floured pasture
darkness hostage to fog and snow
I stare between the wiper’s sweeps
haloed taillights ahead of me blink
danger over and over
a bar I pass is full of bears
big bundled men holding mugs
in a warm mellow-orange light
that twinkles cozy with pleasure
alcohol the blizzard of their hibernation
now doubly jealous of their
serenity and the bear’s in the den
I keep car the crawling till I get home
wondering then why I live in a place
where the house heater kick starts
like an angry grizzly pissed at the
interruption of an endless sweet dream
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