14 March 2005

the winter of one hundred inches of snow

8 miles from Lake Erie
Elyria attracts snow
like cowpies flies

each morning
of this visit
back to Winckles St

I start the day
wiggling into Dad's boots
pulling down woolen cap

it mite be fun
to make fresh tracks
on a trek to Cleveland St

instead I tend
to filial tasks
pushing a broom

till snow white
pavement gray

I remember
a winter perhaps
a half century ago

when the snow
seemd to reach
my waist

then magic
now burden
times change

this snow
feels heavier
each morning

sweeping it away
clears mind
cleans memory

I am the me
I was
& am

& now

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