Let’s Call a Moratorium and Enjoy

innocent snow flakes
form above, fall below;
we indulge them

barely long enough
to appreciate their accumulated sparkle
leveling driveways and curbs

day or night,
according to summer’s written agreement,
the conscientious toilers fire up their fossil fuel trenchers.

with grating scraping, beeping, and swiveling blasts of revealing beams,
they gouge out swaths through our naïve visitors,
piling up little alps,
reestablishing distinctions,

too soon! too soon!
the vapid routes we require for our rapid lives.

P1020269 Snow Plow Headlights 1.18.14 with Poem in Batch 2