VERSE
Reiter, Thomas
THOMAS REITER ICE STORM Ice has bellied high-tension down to flash under crosshatching limbs in the vacant lot behind us. When I left there at dark, the sulfur fires of refineries west of here...
...The children have forgotten to ask for a bedtime story...
...When I left there at dark, the sulfur fires of refineries west of here were shining from the ice encasing every twig, and waiting for directions...
...Instead, their window holds them to darkness where utility men in cherry-pickers angle over the burning barn, and Rapunzel's hair is let loose in flames from the towers of refineries...
Vol. 101 • January 1975 • No. 12
