i see two feet of snow
outside,
burying my car,
covering the walkway,
the steps.
but it can wait
for a while.
i have what i need.
coffee and food.
no rush
in going out with
shovel in hand,
scrapper
and salt, a broom.
but i see that Becky's
car is already
cleaned.
it shines in the winter
glaze
like new.
i see that she's tunneled
her way
down the sidewalk
as well.
i hate Becky.
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