11.18.2004

Father

It was snowing deeply outside
In the pre-dawn symphony
As my father pulled his rubber galoshes
Over his Redwings and took
To the snowplow.
Partly, he enjoyed the work,
And rising early was normal,
But he did it for those
Still tucked beneath the summer,
Their chests rising and falling
To the sound of the traffic
On the highway.

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