the city is
paralyzed by an
incoming cold
promising ice

dark and dreary
the skies match
my demeanor as
i shiver in an
empty parking lot
lost in thought
trying now to
drift away

what will come
with the storms
a marathon of
rolling blackouts
as the ice falls
exchanging one
mobile prison
for the silence

the cold sweeps
down over dallas
a promise of
wintry precipitation
a paralysis of
unspoken need