Shoveling Snow with My Father

As I began to obviate the snow

from my sidewalk, 

my father appeared.

He does that sometimes.

I shoveled and then sifted

ice melt onto the porch steps 

and driveway even though 

the snow still fell.

I heard his voice in my head

as I scanned the snowy horizon…

“Gotta keep on top of things like this.”

Suddenly, the miles that separate us

felt especially long…

and very cold. 


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