As there you rise to sip
espresso
in shirt sleeves
Here the snow-
plows pull up
alongside me
Tonka toys
enlarged to
shove the mess
off to one side
My gloves on
the wheel
of slow
morning
As I return
home by the same
route, a husk of
hush remains
in the dark
clouds hinting more of the same
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