Louise A Dolan 

Winter’s Tedium 

There’s nothing worse than afternoons with you. 
The tedium can drive me to despair. 
The countless stories told with no new news 
amidst mild racist witticisms glare. 
With wine, the same ten tales can swing and sway 
From tall white whales to mildly bawdy lore. 
You pay no heed to anything I say, 
I’ve given up. I don’t try anymore. 
But know there’s not a friend that’s been more true 
When Jack Frost’s stronghold all but locks us in. 
Just when I think I’ve had enough of you, 
Bacchus appears with limes and salty rims. 
Perhaps we’re better bored and not alone 
When winter’s snow and sleet keep us at home.