He’s only half awake and
he’s barefoot, broom in hand,
wading through the ankle-deep
slushy freeze of what he hopes
is May’s long-awaited “final” snow,
hoping that brushing off the dish
will reinstate his internet.
………………………………………He’s left
the door open behind him, left
a towel on the floor by the door
so he can wipe and dry his feet,
let the snow melt off the broom
while he slips on his slippers and
waits for his coffee to finish.
……………………………………………….He
can hear the morning weatherman
prognosticating fairer skies, saying
something about “possible clearing,
maybe by Thursday or Friday.”
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RDP Tuesday ~ TEASE
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