the shovel near the door,
next to the sand
and salt bags.
the gloves and winter hat.
boots.
will it snow
this year,
a snow worth remembering,
one that makes
you take
a photograph?
make you ponder whether
it's worth
driving
five miles for a cup of coffee,
bacon and eggs,
with the power out,
and the wires
down.
there's
one old diner in town
always open.
the owner lives upstairs
above the grill.
so he's got this.
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