Snowed In
Four kids six years old and younger, four adults, all trapped.
Outside, there's blowing snow. The place seems small.
There's so much noise, and nothing stays where it's supposed
To be for long. Someone must eat. One needs a drink.
Two cry. They cannot share a toy. The kids are acting even
Worse. From inside, I can feel my face assuming
An unpleasant look. We're trapped. I'm trapped. I scan
The forecast. How long will it snow?
Poetry by Lawrence Beck
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Written on 2025-03-19 at 17:15
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