Tuesday, March 25, 2014


More snow.  Granted... it's not much, but still.... snow?  Really?  Again?

I heard a vendetta
Against snow
Last night,
The simple wrongness
Of it all.
She shoveled snow off her lawn
So it would melt on the driveway.
So often others say
So often others do
What I wish I had the chutzpah
To do. 
Today I consider
The vendetta
The poetic vendetta
As homage to spring.
My shovel awaits.

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