Ode to snow plow.<\/p>\n
Dearest snow plow,<\/p>\n
Will you ever know?<\/p>\n
The way your rumble up the street,<\/p>\n
Cuts a tantrum in two.<\/p>\n
The morning pro-clothes argument (any clothes mind you)<\/p>\n
Tossed in the air with a, \u201cWait a minute, did you hear that?\u201d<\/p>\n
And the echo of \u201cSNOWPLOW!\u201d trailing the hall,<\/p>\n
As a blur of near-nakedness bolts for the bay window.<\/p>\n
Mollified by your magic, I slip a sweater over his love-locked eyes,<\/p>\n
\u201cMomma – the snowplow is here! He\u2019s here!\u201d<\/p>\n
I make haste for the stove and bring back a bowl of steaming oats,<\/p>\n
And transfixed, he mimics the repetitive scraping of the street with the motion of spoon to mouth.<\/p>\n
(This is the only food I will not have to spend 20-minutes convincing him to eat today.)<\/p>\n
I offer him a cushion to lean back against,<\/p>\n
And make a dash of my own for my coffee and news,<\/p>\n
And for 10-blessed minutes I enjoy the silence of the house,<\/p>\n
Aside from the echo of his \u201cbeeping\u201d in song with your reverse drive.<\/p>\n
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Ode to snow plow. Dearest snow plow, Will you ever know? The way your rumble up the street, Cuts a tantrum in two. The morning pro-clothes argument (any clothes mind you) Tossed in the air… <\/p>\n