‘And our new refrigerator’
“Oh, God, the full-faced moon is smiling at me
in his pink sky, and I'm alive, alive (!)
and driving home to you and our new refrigerator.
A skin of snow shines on the mountain beyond Burger King
and this garden of wires and poles and lighted signs.’’
— From “Coming Home,’’ by Hope, Maine-based poet Elizabeth Tibbetts (born 1953)