Snowy Today

The snow-dusted playground is my parking lot 
Frozen mud, while I fold up my scooter 
Walk through drifting flakes to orange-coated office
To sit down at my cluttered computer.

Hands are hotter than their usual heat 
They feel like one hundred degrees 
So I stretch them out wide over the keyboard 
And picture them melting my keys. 

I lean back, sweaty, and look at the ceiling
Move my eyes over old styrofoam tile
It's a winter dim and dingy day,
and it's the best that I've felt in a while.