Boundaries

In the winter-time We have to listen more often to the refrigerator and its fuzzy white freon drone that blunts the sterile silence of the cold-floored kitchen as it locks the steamy veggies in a hoar-frost sleep... Boundaries by Michael S. Greer, English /History Senior In the winter-time We have to listen more often to the refrigerator and its fuzzy white freon drone that blunts the sterile silence of the cold-floored kitchen as it locks the steamy veggies in a hoar-frost sleep. We have to listen louder still to the furnace vents rushing eager indoor winds past dry brown plants and bristled cat as they close these homey hibernations in a stifling fold — a dull white envelope of deaf noise.