toys

through the window
he sees the loaders
ripping snowbanks
off the street
dumping them
onto huge trucks
just like his toys
at the beach

and he wonders
why they hunker here
in barren icy winter
and instead of in the warm
green grasses of summer
just across the river
a half hour away

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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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