13. Weather pattern

13.
Weather pattern

My wife made us
go out in the looming
ice storm’s January rain.
The restaurant was
empty and warm
and the food was good.
There were
three people
at the bar and
us four at a table.
We were treated like
family arrived
bravely home.
Now everyone
is in bed but me
and the cat
has got out.
I hear tires
spinning
without traction
in the alley.
I was right
to spread the salt
on the front walk.
I was right
to have her
drive not me.
I was right.
The cat is out.
The wind has
picked up.
I was right.

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