English Breakfast

Snow collected outside the window
as frost collected on the inside.

I thought there was a law
the prevented the heat being turned off in winter.

But it might have been that backhoe
that severed a gas line affected this house.

A fire burns in the fire place
and I learn to sleep with flickering light

and a sleeping bag unrolled
on the spark singed carpet.

It is a matter of too hot facing the fire
and too cold facing away.

There is the drip drip drip of the faucet
intentionally running so the pipes won’t freeze

in case I figure out how to heat water
for my morning tea.

copyright © 2021 Kenneth P. Gurney

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