By Ronald Palmer
I made it to work
but my car did not.
Yet I only had to walk
half a block
in the below zero air
and the repair bill
was just a hundred
Never look a gift day
in the mouth.
No use to shout
hoarse at the plights
you are given.
The sun shines,
you can still see your breath.
Copyright 2014 Palmer
Ronald Palmer comes from the mild streets of Bloomington, MN, where he has been writing poetry on and off for a number of years. He has been published in the Great River Review and The Talking Stick. He is a member of The Poetry Constellation, Bloomington Poetry Group and The St. Paul Poetry Workshop writing groups.
All work by Ronald Palmer
