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since Panthalassa froze solid
the grizzled chrononaut said
I've been praying for a bolide
or a burp that'd make the Deccan traps
seem a mudpit
but all I get are these ice doilies
they're everywhere, the telepathic chatterboxes
but nothing to say
mathematics! astronomy!
and now, diplomacy, now they're so thick
where's music? literature? green fields?
ice skating?
Earth's last winter
has nought for me

the blizzard of 2011

I would be mailing dreams and nightmares 88 tomorrow, but we are even now being pelted with sleet and just about everything is closed tomorrow. Of course the post office will be open, if they still take that pledge, but supposedly the streets are going to be icy. The city is closed, the state is closed, the schools are closed, the University is closed, etc. I guess that means I can do some more writing on the trace fossil book tomorrow.

Rodinian visitation

algae sleep
in icy shroud
warm shuttle lands