Hot Remix : Robert Frost

— Henry Kronk

whose streets these are, I’ll never know,
all brown beneath the melting snow
the cops wont mind me stopping here
to watch the culverts overflow

the apple trees must think it queer
to be so warm this time of year
even pushing buds before
the darkest evening of the year

Attention! Danger Falling Ice
oh ya that end would sure suffice
I’ll just stand beneath the eves
and slowly, slowly roll the dice

I don’t believe I asked for this
a lump of coal inside a gift
to know one world, then see it shift
then see it shift, then see it shift

Henry Kronk lives in Montreal where he works as a copyeditor and freelance journalist. Years ago, on a November morning, during the moment when Henry was born, the sun rested directly on the horizon in the house of Sagittarius, making him “fun-loving, spirited, and energetic,” according to Astrolabe.com.