“Shoveling Snow in Chicago”

Shoveling snow in Chicago
packs piles of spirit.
It’s been six years since
starting in Seattle.
I’ve kept copious
cups of character
stacked at my ready.
It’s all just a bit
wetter
here, as it drips
into the spots
I sip.
Still, I miss the satisfaction
of scraping ice from cement
sidewalks.
Frost on moss is fine,
but give me
something to salt.
Give me some snow;
Six feet deep worth.
Give me some sun.
Give me some shine.
Give me something
other than
drizzle and dried
coffee
stains on this ceramic
grey day.

narrative poem written on 01-05-2013 by: on mattkane.com
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