On the ground, broken glass abounds

Skid marks leading away astounds

No! ... An accident happened here?

What mystery has instilled such fear?



Closer inspection upon the ground reveals

There is something else afoot, from wheels

Which dug into the mud on the road's edge

And then sped off uphill leaving some tread



And the jagged glass which lay all around

Is not that, but ice from branches unbound 

Fallen all over the dirty sand-covered road

To prevent slips from the cars not yet towed



Which could not make it up the hill before

And are left in the middle - quite an eyesore

Something which would just not have to be

If the sanders got there earlier, to keep it free



- Tristram



Christopher W. Thomas

10am Wed. Jan. 21, 98