It takes forever
for me to walk a block in
fresh powdery snow.
I love snow but hate
what it hides from me: black ice.
It’s humiliating.
So I nurse my tea
and watch a strapping girl in
high boots and slicker
stride past as she kicks
the snow out of her way with
joyous abandon.
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Tom D'Evelyn is a private editor and writing tutor in Cranston RI and, thanks to the web, across the US and in the UK. He can be reached at tom.develyn@comcast.net. D'Evelyn has a PhD in Comparative Literature from UC Berkeley. Before retiring he held positions at The Christian Science Monitor, Harvard University Press, Boston University and Brown University. He ran a literary agency for ten years, publishing books by Leonard Nathan and Arthur Quinn, among others. Before moving to Portland OR he was managing editor at Single Island Press, Portsmouth NH. He blogs at http://tdevelyn.com and other sites.
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You need those little tread things you can put on your shoes!! I forget what they call them, but they’re the equivalent of chains on car tires.
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