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Heavy, wet snow all morning, then by noon
the clouds wrung dry, whipped away,
the sky so brilliant after the viewing...
and graveside service for our youngest,
the bill for it all in a folder on the counter,
the food dropped off by friends
nearly gone, the last
covered dish soaking in the sink,
the scraps we couldn't force down
afloat in the soapy scum,
both of us knowing the walk
needed to be cleared.
I forget who started it,
who was first to find that the snow on the car
could be easily packed into a weapon
to aim at the aching chest, the throbbing head,
nothing off limits
as we pounded away at each other
until the car was clean of snow
and we had little left to do but swing wildly
with our soaked fists,
trying to push and trip, our arms wrapped
and tangled together
as we dragged each other down.
Heavy, wet snow all morning, then by noon
the clouds wrung dry, whipped away,
the sky so brilliant after the viewing
and graveside service for our youngest,
the bill for it all in a folder on the counter,
the food dropped off by friends
nearly gone, the last
covered dish soaking in the sink,
the scraps we couldn't force down
afloat in the soapy scum,
both of us knowing the walk
needed to be cleared.
I forget who started it,
who was first to find that the snow on the car
could be easily packed into a weapon
to aim at the aching chest, the throbbing head,
nothing off limits
as we pounded away at each other
until the car was clean of snow
and we had little left to do but swing wildly
with our soaked fists,
trying to push and trip, our arms wrapped
and tangled together
as we dragged each other down.
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Like · Comment · ShareHeavy, wet snow all morning, then by noon
the clouds wrung dry, whipped away,
the sky so brilliant after the viewing...
and graveside service for our youngest,
the bill for it all in a folder on the counter,
the food dropped off by friends
nearly gone, the last
covered dish soaking in the sink,
the scraps we couldn't force down
afloat in the soapy scum,
both of us knowing the walk
needed to be cleared.
I forget who started it,
who was first to find that the snow on the car
could be easily packed into a weapon
to aim at the aching chest, the throbbing head,
nothing off limits
as we pounded away at each other
until the car was clean of snow
and we had little left to do but swing wildly
with our soaked fists,
trying to push and trip, our arms wrapped
and tangled together
as we dragged each other down.
Heavy, wet snow all morning, then by noon
the clouds wrung dry, whipped away,
the sky so brilliant after the viewing
and graveside service for our youngest,
the bill for it all in a folder on the counter,
the food dropped off by friends
nearly gone, the last
covered dish soaking in the sink,
the scraps we couldn't force down
afloat in the soapy scum,
both of us knowing the walk
needed to be cleared.
I forget who started it,
who was first to find that the snow on the car
could be easily packed into a weapon
to aim at the aching chest, the throbbing head,
nothing off limits
as we pounded away at each other
until the car was clean of snow
and we had little left to do but swing wildly
with our soaked fists,
trying to push and trip, our arms wrapped
and tangled together
as we dragged each other down.
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Like · Comment · ShareHeavy, wet snow all morning, then by noon
the clouds wrung dry, whipped away,
the sky so brilliant after the viewing...
and graveside service for our youngest,
the bill for it all in a folder on the counter,
the food dropped off by friends
nearly gone, the last
covered dish soaking in the sink,
the scraps we couldn't force down
afloat in the soapy scum,
both of us knowing the walk
needed to be cleared.
I forget who started it,
who was first to find that the snow on the car
could be easily packed into a weapon
to aim at the aching chest, the throbbing head,
nothing off limits
as we pounded away at each other
until the car was clean of snow
and we had little left to do but swing wildly
with our soaked fists,
trying to push and trip, our arms wrapped
and tangled together
as we dragged each other down.
Heavy, wet snow all morning, then by noon
the clouds wrung dry, whipped away,
the sky so brilliant after the viewing
and graveside service for our youngest,
the bill for it all in a folder on the counter,
the food dropped off by friends
nearly gone, the last
covered dish soaking in the sink,
the scraps we couldn't force down
afloat in the soapy scum,
both of us knowing the walk
needed to be cleared.
I forget who started it,
who was first to find that the snow on the car
could be easily packed into a weapon
to aim at the aching chest, the throbbing head,
nothing off limits
as we pounded away at each other
until the car was clean of snow
and we had little left to do but swing wildly
with our soaked fists,
trying to push and trip, our arms wrapped
and tangled together
as we dragged each other down.
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