falls
i hear the neighbor
talking
about Florida, the gulf side.
his voice
muffled in the enormous
white flakes
and wind,
maybe
a house in Tampa,
he says
he says
to his wife.
i can't take this anymore.
she lifts
a half filled shovel
of snow and carries
it to the curb.
he scrapes
the ice off the windshield
of their car, then
turns to me,
while i'm shoveling,
and says,
i'm thinking
about Florida.
maybe
in the spring,
when the weather
is nice. what do you think?
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