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Winter Afternoon |
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It's afternoon.
Eight days until
Christmas.
It snowed last
night.
I hear the snowplow.
I raise the shade
and look out the guest room window.
The driver positions
the massive truck.
He's ready to make
the final pass of the day up the steep hill opposite our driveway.
The backup signal
stops beeping.
I'm waiting for
the wingman to drop the plow, now raised at salute.
They're off.
The plow drops.
The driver accelerates.
Up, up, up the
hill they go.
Now, just what
I've paused to see; the snow sprays above the wing.
It cascades like
a waterfall beyond the wall of snow curled at the edge of the road.
The truck tops
the hill and moves out of sight.
A winter memory
to ponder as I take down the old lace curtains to wash.
Eight days until
Christmas. |
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Linda Kay Harrison
Monday, December 18, 2000 |
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