nightime snowfall
the lethargic movement
of snowplows
Where will I park tomorrow
with glaciers filling the lot?
A fine layer of snow covers the driveway. Frank and I would have shovelled it clear, but the forecast calls for more tomorrow. Why waste the effort?
And yet, come tomorrow, I will walk across the iced-over snow. Crunch, crunch, will go my footsteps–if I am lucky. If not, I may find myself on my back, the wind knocked out of me as I gasp for breath. Or my trust in the vaunted Asymetrical all-wheel drive of my Subaru Legacy may prove misplaced, as the sedan skids helplessly in place, unable to move.
All for the want of a little extra comfort, and the habit to procrastinate such necessary tasks as snow removal.
starless night
the labor unexpended
until the next day
Living the suburban dream
of property ownership!
for Colleen’s 2019 Weekly #Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge No. 121, “Slow & Work,” #SynonymsOnly
Real Toads’ Tuesday Platform (imagined by Sanaa Rizvi)
Frank J. Tassone 
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