Snow Emergency

Yes, the snow. Emergency.
Children. We are a hill
neighborhood that means
our memories are

necessarily
perfect. Emergency! Unpleasant
moment NOT allowed in winter
suffering is divine I see
the snow enter
the boot, my god, discomfort
of the type I’d left behind
how soft we grow, emergency.
The children. Are. 
Out! Their ears could snap
clean off they do no NOT 
care until they do, aha.
That is it, the problem! I
care before I must,
and thus, my life goes
pff pff pfffff and puffs
Away. Time to live
by sled hill
neighborhood
rules, at last at last,
please God,
at last.