Dreary and cold, the windows ice
as you drive me home from the airport.
no lights on the road,
no green or red or even yellow.
Leaves whirl in the wind,
patches of white, frozen-over snow.
Left turn onto a familiar road.
You squeeze my hand tightly,
it's been a dreadful night.
A fallen orange cone, dismissed without a thought.
A tree, sparking power lines wrapped,
coiled in its trunk and leaves,
Blinds us as we approach.
You smash the brakes to a stop, swerving.
The electric clock on the dash stops flickering,
frozen like the snow outside.
You pull my hand to your lips, a kiss.
Slowly turning, we find another way.
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