A blowing white wall. My windshield
sweats off the ice and snow
Maybe ten miles an hour. Muffled tires
chuckle on the corrugated strip. I creep
left, back into an invisible lane.
I turn on the radio for reassurance.
The announcer reports Australia is flooded.
Bullsharks swim upriver into Brisbane's
streets, and snakes shelter on the second
floor of houses while cars float out
of garages and join refrigerators and recliners
and bullsharks, apparently: a surreal armada.
Its crazy out here. Hide in your homes!
The world and its weather will do what it will.
It isn't safe, not on this road in the snow
invisible behind white billows.
Stay home on your sofa until it sails
out into a street full of sharks and snakes.
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