The sky is
icy and blank.
There is no
one visible,

anywhere.
A phone rings,
from some muffled,

distant location,
as the garage
door
mechanically

lowers.
I stand near
the heater,

the remote
sound of water
running through
old, noisy pipes.

Gazing out of
the window,
everything

is stark and
frozen,
like printed
words on a page.