Tomas Transtromer's "From the Thaw of 1966"
Dry out here in CA. Thumbed through Transtromer and found this: might help with the big freeze back east. Can't last forever -- or can it? *** From the Thaw of 1966 Headlong headlong waters; roaring; old hypnosis. The river swamps the car cemetery, glitters behind the masks. I hold tight to the bridge railing. The bridge: a big iron bird sailing past death.