I saw the entombed

Face of my frozen self

Holding a branch of an oak tree

With acorns 

and a boat my father built

Named for his mother

Ruth

I saw NYC in the snow of 1925

And the Little Church Around The Corner

Where theater people were told to go

I saw the streets of Saugus MA in the winter

And my VW bus window wouldn't roll up

My fingers were frostbit 

By the time I got to work