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Buffalo '86

by P. Scott Cunningham

(Originally published in The International Literary Quarterly Issue #13, Spring 2011)


The snow in Buffalo blows
to and fro
burying cars along the avenue home.

No
one's inside to turn their radios on
so
silence plays silently to no one-

rows of sunken clouds
domes of metal, leather and snow.

I can't open the window
so the television's on-
news like a fog horn
an always-ringing phone

the fathers and husbands of Buffalo
emerging, at dawn, from their homes-

heavy-clothed
armed with brushes and shovels.

One by one
they scrape off the snow
the engines turn on

and I open the lid of my piano.