peel away
one shovel width of snow
at a time —
one, two, three...
eyeglasses fog up
Spring 2009 issue of Modern English
A Room of My Own: Normal Life, A Soap Bubble
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my friend turns
forty the age his father died
he mutters
*the Grim Reaper haunts me*
*like my walking shadow*
breaking news
at the first light of spring daw...