Old Bob, now: he didn’t just shovel snow
\nlike the rest of us; he’d sculpt it.
\nOh, he’d clear the driveway, walk, of course;
\nbut it was what he did with the snow:<\/p>\n
shoveling was just a process of gathering
\nmaterials for his way of remembering.
\nThe driveway could be long clear, but Bob
\nwould still be working on the mound,<\/p>\n
shaping it into a breast or shoulder.
\nYou could walk through the neigbourhood
\nspot a throat here, a lovely smooth back there,
\na knee, thigh\u2014all much bigger than she.<\/p>\n
Course, she was long gone: died in that
\nawful accident out on the fifth concession.
\nHe was driving: snootful; missed Dead
\nMan’s Curve; lay beside her half dead
\nwhile she bled out: glass cuts. Summer
\nhe whittles.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Old Bob, now: he didn’t just shovel snow like the rest of us; he’d sculpt it. Oh, he’d clear the driveway, walk, of course; but it was what he did with the snow: shoveling was just a process of gathering … Continue reading