By Charles Albano  CharlesAlbano@webtv.net
Date: 17 April 1998

Cabin Fever

I miss you most
on those days when the wind
blows smoke off the snow
and my neighbor,
a solitary pine
shivers across the way,
and I'm left hollow
day after day.

You pass by
in that cold smoke-
I try to touch you, but I can't,
I call out to you,
but you don't hear,
you don't stop,
and the pine, that pine,
just bends and prays
silently to the wind,
indifferent to me.


(c) Charles Albano, 1998