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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