Wonderland

Sometimes,
when I’m caught in a
current of snow on an
October evening,

I wonder why we choose
to let the sidewalks
get covered in flurries,
then cleared out by men
feeling hung out to dry
shoveling ice.

I could shovel just fine.
I don’t mind being all wet.

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