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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