THE BLIZZARD OF WHATEVER YEAR THAT WAS
The windshield was a movie screen
with no picture playing
The plug-in spotlight
for freeze-framing rabbits
now at the end of a freezing arm
tracks the edge of a gravel road
Two, maybe three, miles an hour
one hour, maybe two, maybe three
Rabbits in the back of the pickup
stiffly reminding of what happens if you stop