KC Bosch’s last poem to appear here was Untitled. Today he gives us winter when you’re wishing for summer. Some of us are on the brink of summer, but still wishing for it since it feels pretty cold still for June …
Pinecrest
By KC Bosch
Needing fuel, it’s only five miles,
power out Q-Stop, closed.
Next stop is town.
Laden trees lean into the road,
a tunnel of night and white.
Wipers clicking away, sleepy, sleepy.
The truck and I head toward town
my mind darting down every side road.
Betting it could find one with virgin snow,
we can be the first to track it …
People are nice on a snowy night
the milk and bread crowd have slushed home
clutching the necessities.
“Did you get the TP? Yes, twelve rolls,
It’s supposed to clear up tomorrow.”
Heading down the side roads,
as a passenger of my mind.
Memories surface
miles and miles of aimless driving with Charles and Eli,
Freezing outside with beer in the cooler,
“Just pack some snow around it.”
I lost those boys along the way.
Eli married and moved west,
Charles moved across the spectrum and fears my politics.
Got a message from an old girlfriend today,
“Come visit Florida.”
I want to sit in the sun.
Busy account of ones life and surroundings. Vivid.