Snow drift

Wind throws field snow across the road
like an angry shoveller cursing the world.
As you drive through, it grabs your tires
making your car less certain, like a drunk
on speed: it needs to fly sideways for fun.
You reason through the steering column
through the accelerator pedal, cajoling.
It accepts your argument, sobers up until
the next drift glides across the field
onto the road into your way.

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Poet, playwright, duplicate bridge player, website designer, cottager, husband, father, grandfather, former athlete, carpenter, computer helper for my friends, theatre designer, backstage polymath, retired teacher of highschool English, drama, art, a baritone singer in a barbershop quartet, who knows what else? wordcurrents is on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/wordcurrents/ Doug also has a Facebook page, "Incognitio", related to his novels.
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