an orchestra of ice picks
chipping steps and walks
harmonized with
the scratch and scrape of shovels and scoops
baring cement
from beneath snow, ice
salt and sand

for days, no - weeks,
the sounds on the streets
are of neighbour labourers
dealing with the
unwrapped gifts of the elements
flooded or treacherously glazed
take your pick

now, after the dark damp and chilling winds
of New Year’s Eve
they’re out in their sweaters in the sunlight
in this thaw before
yet another fast freeze

01/01/2005

Posted on 01/01/2005
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