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Plowing the Snow

Tess Lockhart

Where does the snowplow

begin its removal?

We pretty much know when

it begins--after the snow 

takes a break in its fury

and the road needs clearing

so we may proceed on our way. 


But where? At what point 

in the snowplow's journey

do you engage the hydraulics

to lower the moldboard

and create the age-old scraping noise

we eagerly anticipate in a big storm 

in order to move on down the road?


Is it straight out of the unlocked gate,

like making an appointment

with a college counsellor 

on the first day of orientation

after parents, glad to be done with it all,

leave you to arrange your belongings

all alone with a strange roommate? 


Or is it when you get to a major thoroughfare

like after graduation and you have no idea

what you're supposed to do now 

that there's no schedule to move through

(or rebel against), no demands or expectations

clamoring to be met, other than your own.

Is that the moment of clearing the piled-up snow? 


Maybe it's just obvious where to begin

like when you hold your first child 

and realize you don't want to be 

the same parent you had but also realize

you don't have a positive vision 

of what a good parent is and want one

to avoid their icy slip-ups.


Wherever it begins, the snow's end must go,

sometimes to pile up dungy gray

by the roadside, sometimes to require

another shoveling of piles from one end

of the parking lot to another 

until the sun eventually melts all away 

and life can freely flow. 


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