knee deep as i plunge
one boot
after another
carrying a bag of groceries
up the yard.
i see you in the window,
at the sink, below
the yellow light,
your hands in
water.
you smile.
i return the smile, but
there's a part
of me that wants
to keep going,
to find another house,
another place to live,
somewhere
past the next snow drift,
i might find
a different life.
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