Television
Walking through my neighborhood one evening
Past blue television lights that strobe against snow
From the safety of living room windows;
Hockey game on tonight.
Or reruns of a sitcom.
Maybe the news...
Heatless air speeds me on home
And without pause in my stride I glance
Accidentally from the sidewalk;
Glacial drift sits with precarious obediency
Stretching upon curbs and corners
Windswept between half-shovelled driveways
In demanding, uncivilized grace.
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