Down in the city they got it.

BLUE CORN PANCAKES BY WILLIAM HUHN 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 87

down in the city they got it

worse everybody had a time

sliding a foot by tonight

turn into skids how mouth

breathers they ever came to

sit behind a wheel and the wind’s just like a knife

what does deserve these

people with no tire tread

roofs piled like wedding

cake should be locked

up to me I’d pull their

license only school buses put chains on these days

but schools all closed my

oldest hoped against all

night liked would like have

not went no late openings

the new laws for buses even

if a median strip both ways come to a full stop

ever since red lights flashing

away stop arm lowered I know

I heard hit a girl a winter

daymare over Mahopac witness

said slipped trying to rise

down again tried till just when stable on her feet

a van didn’t even slow down

this snow’s sorely unforgiving

her books scattered all over

morning like that best to stay

put hope or better yet Irish

coffees my no one friends say Merry Christmas any more

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