born to be a snow plowman.
big
and strong, burly
would be
the word.
bearded.
could there be any other
job for him
than pushing
snow from the ground.
he sits,
away from his wife
and children,
waiting
at the side of the road
in his tall cab.
his thermos full.
his midnight lunch
beside him
as the snow begins
to fall.
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