out
have cleared their sidewalks,
their cars,
they've shoveled
and plowed
before the slightest
light of day
has shone.
i look out the window
and they wave.
broom in hand,
shovel,
scrapper for the car.
a bag of salt.
the wife comes out with
another round
of hot chocolate, she
waves too, as
i wonder where my
mittens are.
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