The snow had been on the ground
for three months, and according
to the radio another storm was coming.
Naturally we got stoned out
of our minds.
We took out all the plastic
plates from the cupboard
and played Frisbee at midnight
under a full moon.
We left them in the snow.
By the time we woke
there was another foot of snow
covering the ground. We ate from
cans and paper for the rest
of the winter. I’ll know
when spring comes; the yard will be
full of red plastic plates.
first published in Bogg, no. 61, 1989.