Screwdrivers and silhouettes
draw us into the snow.
Our cheeks flush and
snow angels flutter across
yards. Doubts brush off
our shoulders like dandruff,
while our eyelashes blink to the beat
of shovels striking pavement.
Maybe work's awful and men
fail us. Our hopes glitter like
snowflakes melting on someone
else's tongue. Yet tonight, we laugh.
The streets are slick,
but the walking is easy.
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