on the pond,
a grey
wet layer
of what's to come.
is that the mailman
with his
hat and gloves,
his nose
red, his big boots on.
is that
a bag of salt
beside the road,
a shovel set by the door.
do i hear a plow
starting up.
is it coming this year,
or will
it be another winter
of vague cold,
with no snow
to speak of.
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