The Ice Scraper Symphony

by Carl Santoro

(To be played at 5 p.m. in the parking lot of any huge corporation with the accompaniment of snow on the ground and ice on the car windshields)

I have the key to
your heart.
I warm you
and you warm me.
We have waited
all day for each other.
Warm up now
as I clean away
the crystals
that hide your very soul.
A unisex symphony
we all here now play,
our plastic instruments
jazzing rapidly, hysterical,
gouging out loud notes,
chords out of glass.
The icy sheet music crying
from your rising heat within.
We're off in a flash
down treacherous paths.
A capsule of fear.
A capsule of hope.