Tuesday, December 20, 2005

Betcha MY snowbwower's bigger than YOUR snowbwower...

View thru my front window again (picture taken last year; this time they thundered past in the middle of the night). No plow here (it just preceded), but I'm reminded of a rare memorable poem by rob mclennan:

snow. plow.

love, I compare you instead
/a snowplow not a summers day
completely unaware

of the cars you've set to burying
scraping fenceposts & fire hydrants
-- the long clear path
for everyone behind you

wham bam, the radio quotes 20cm
my body becomes ice