Weathering the Weather
As I type this poem
I wonder what type
of day this will be
since spring is slow
in coming.
Just day before yesterday
I swept snow off my car.
I was wondering if spring
would skip us this year
and if we’d go straight to
summer.
Sometimes it feels like that.
So will I be walking in the
park today
watching children skip and
play
or let my car stay parked
outside,
while I’m warm inside,
writing
alternating with cleaning?
Or perhaps both. Maybe after
I write and clean, I’ll go to
the park,
after I decide what coat I’ll
wear
from the five different ones
coating the back of my couch.
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