double golden shovel
after Robert Frost
A stranger saved the baby, and
the roads were closed for miles.
The baby’s family, shocked to
death, downed powerline. We go
through snow not seen before,
this fearsome icy storm. I
moan for those frozen in sleep
and killed in cars that slid and crashed on
miles of slick and unplowed roads.
To save the baby, stranger had to
go quick into icy water,
before the sparks could kill them both.
I see goldfish, caught in frozen
sleep, inside their frosty globe.
Odd Pocket Review, Issue #1