The Ice Storm
Cars slid down the hill sideways that night
then the road was empty
or rather, emptier than usual, no headlight
shadow show on my bedroom walls.
The sugar maples were twins in the front yard,
like the twins she lost before me,
she would lose again and again,
and again that night.
The ice was too much for the branches to bear –
they sheared off, clipped our porch and steps,
crashed like the whole house couldn’t bear the weight of us anymore.