tagNon-Erotic PoetryStone Cold April Snow

Stone Cold April Snow


This morning it's whiter than light
and before rolling out of bed,
twitching back the drape, I know
there is snow. And sure enough,
there are heavy drifts covering cars,
sidewalks and slushy streets.

It's the middle of April, freak kinda
fluff, hard to lift over my shoulder
and sticks to the shovel. It's stuck to
lines and knocking out the power.

That espresso machine needs the juice
as I need the juice so I'm hot from work,
souring like milk in the refrigerator.

The longer I'm out there, the more
annoyed I get. Well, that is until
the redhead next door flips the switch
and a grin; not from electricity.

It's her pale naked ass in a short kimono
reaching for the paper that has me plowing
her drive and her by noon in time for coffee.

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