Madison, Exposed

Written by Miles VaranaCoasties, I’m begging you: forget Madison’s beautyas we slide into winter. It’s only for the best.  I promise you will findno more Picnic Point hydrangeas, no more latticework touch of Walnut branches on the lake’s glassy surface,or voices at the terrace, brick and hushed ivy. Instead, replaced, gray mounds of oil & snow, & frost on your windshield when you’re running late. If you remember this,the sound of trafficall down East Washington,& nothing else, ifyou keep it with you,in your heartthrough February & March,you’ll set yourself freeto transfer.