snow birds

i head north

for the winter. tired of these

lame

wet snows.

seventy degrees

in December.

i want the real thing.

i want

ice, i want Buffalo weather.

i want to build

a fire

and put my hands over

the flames.

i want to be

snowed in,

unable to budge from

where i am.

i want to shovel

and scrape.

i want my battery to

die.

i want the cupboards

to be down

to peanut butter

and crackers.

i want to look out the window

and see nothing

but white

for miles and miles.

are you with me?

yeah.

me either. just a thought.

Florida?