Two Grinches

A Holiday Poem For Our Time

TWO GRINCHES

We walk past the house, you know the one,

The one with not one but two Grinches, the Grinch twins

Stealing the tree and powering up the sled

The dog has no opinion of the Grinches.

We cross over five corners, jay walk it,

Under the single lamp, the dreary, warm night

Hissing on the pavement, the line between

Ice and water a blur.

The evening is cold wet, wet cold,

Like a Rust Belt lake effect,

Like an Erie Rambler coming up

The neighborhood sidewalk.

We walk along the granite wall,

Then the little patchy spots of grass

White from frost. Then down the little hill

And regain the sidewalk.

My hands feel like stone,

At the Little Library I offer the pup

A treat but he just looks at my hand, like

Why are we still out here?

But the night is clear, so at the very least

We have the shimmering moon and is that

Maybe Jupiter, but now we’re home

At least there were no drones.

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