California Dreaming

one winter in Boston

I was walled in

think Edgar Allan Poe

but instead of a drunk

being encased in cement

and left alone

I was surrounded by snow

four feet of it

piles of it in the streets

I had crackers and cheese

and I guess some propensity

to live; the white-out

outside my window

turned into an oblivion

and I tell that story

to anyone

who will listen

today,

in California