out with the shovel
and salt,
the sidewalk
squared
and bare.
first
upon her car, cleaning
it off
as if it never
snowed.
the wipers raised
in praise
of her efficiency.
i see her red wool
hat pulled
down
her matching gloves
and scarf.
but i can't help
wonder why
she stops at her car
and doesn't make it down
to mine
with more snow
about to fall.
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