IMPROVISATION# 173
REVIVING MYSELF

Checking my anchor
       at my newly sponged
 orange kayak
 as a brushing snow falls
 rushes with wanton winds
  at my back
as a newly formed Northeastern
       blizzard with the stain
of black ice on the pavement
calls to visit as  highway winds
flailing as we notice
 the shadows bullying
    and a thundering rain
crushing the shaking earth
as plows on streets
get to know the remains
     of the edge of the shore
and a poet watches
his cat purr from the outdoors.