smoking at his post
listening to the flakes
as they hit the awning above
and a stubborn motorist
in the distance of a still night.
Across the street
a known neighbor
works at the sidewalk's snow
though he doesn't live
on that side of the drag.
The Samaritan pauses
looking up from his silent toil
causing the guilted party
to retract into the safety
of his building's concrete vestibule.
We wonder what it was
to catch and kill magicians
but really, through some sifting
the meek already know.
Battered, resilient
in clothes befitting peasants
a better man throws
what Mother Nature's dropped.
Having defeated much
but not enough
he shovels for himself.
Currently reading:
"Texas Devils" by Michael Collins.
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