it's what men do

i see the men

with their shovels

and salt,

in their new Christmas coats,

high boots,

hats and scarves

secured

around their necks as

they dig out their cars,

shoveling

the walk all the way

down to the street.

it's what men do.

we hunt, we get out

there, no matter

the weather, no matter

if there's a war.

we can't help ourselves.

we need to

get to the market,

the gas stations,

to the post office.

nothing will stop us,

but ourselves.