she has no shovel.
no gloves.
no ice scrapper, or
winter hat.
she's in a dress
as the snow begins
to fall. heels
and lipstick,
a bottle of wine
in a brown bag.
she doesn't care.
she's beyond the weather,
beyond
shoveling and scraping,
she wont give
in to this minor
inconvenience of three
feet of snow.
she'll press on
and let others dig her
out, push her forward,
put a warm drink
in her hand
while they clean her
windshield,
and absorb
her winning smile.
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