The Administration seems to be
crumbling with infighting no one
ever imagined and the pundits are
going crazy as I look out and see
a thick curtain of snow falling so
that I can barely see the Christmas
lights on the house across the street
while inside, the fireplace blazes
and the candles flicker. I read two
indecipherable poems today and
for the first time in, oh, say, a
year, I’m thinking I am enjoying
the news out of the White House
more than poetry.