First Light

Before the sun

Before footprints where sidewalks hide

Before the first cars cut ruts for others to follow

I stare out the window

At the crystalline blanket

Night pulled over rich homes and poor souls

Wait for plows

To rumble awake and

Clear the street out to the main road

Soon shovels will pile

Perfection into neat little piles

Along paths we want to travel

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