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| Built in 1862, dug out in 1918, rewired in 1974. |
Fingercold four days before The Election,
blown mist quaking the dun oak leaves,
the hangers on. We, too, hanging on
in this old house where others have come and gone,
discontent with seasons in one place,
short-circuited in a shower of sparks,
leaving us in peace with handhewn beams
across stacked stones where all the truth we need
is when the breaker in the cellar is reset,
the power comes back on, and we can use
the electric heater and the coffeemaker
built to function well but not together
lest they blow a fuse.
