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Renegade Winter

David Spicer

You might say I have cabin
fever, the way I squat and huddle
in my overcoat. I need to sweep
the dirt floor, behave myself,
and cut firewood. I owe myself
that, but this renegade winter
rushes forward too quickly,
and the snow drift is a huge loaf
of bread I have no appetite for.
I don’t even own a blanket, much
less a quilt. Food? Three or four
bags of corn and some fatback,
but at least I can smoke my Cubans,
and my Old Crow is plentiful.
I’m glad, too, for the corner
bucket, and the antique
chairs and benches I can use
for my last campfires. I guess
the widow Morgan is in hell
by now: man, she sparkled like
a drunk raccoon in a midnight orchard!
Maybe the crops will flourish
this Spring and I’ll be able to outfit
a regiment with okra and potatoes.
I admire the resolve of soldiers,
wish a couple would meander up here
and save me, because my chairs,
whiskey, and cigars ain’t gonna
last forever, and I’ll be damned if I
pray for the second coming of Jesus.

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