Unremoved snow
on his sidewalk. His Camry
buried to the fenders
but slowly melting free.
Where’s the old man?
He hasn’t made
his daily grocery run
for at least four days.
And surprised, too,
that he didn’t get out to vote.
Maybe
he got a ride?
We look across at his house
and the drawn blinds.
Shrug, figure he’s OK,
maybe waiting for spring.
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Dark Matter 
January 21st, 2010 at 9:38 pm
lOVE this one!
January 21st, 2010 at 11:05 pm
Thanks.