Instead of cradling my backside in a seat warmer,
I donned cable knit wool gloves, my favorite down vest
And something to cover my ears,
And made myself walk the quarter mile to the grocery store.
I traipsed up the hill, dragon breath vapor in stride.
Mist clung to my naked face like cold wet socks.
Small birds jumping among inky branches silhouetted the grey sky.
A v-shaped gaggle of geese honked encouragement above.
The two-stroke engine of a neighbor’s leaf blower polluted from
The train’s whistle announced arrivals to
Main St. across the river.