The Man Who Plows the Road

He lives on the dead end of the dead end street,

In the morning my car was too tired to get an education, so I had to walk,

He’s very dedicated to his job; he gets paid enough,

The snow was windy in the morning and I had to alternate my hands between coffee and pocket,

He isn’t amused much by death and the lack of accidents is all the payment he hopes for,

I watched a battle between the north and south cars as they fought for the one, plowed lane,

He’s home as the day blows out; the second lane is clear,

It was snowing all day

Reviews

[FIN]

Pictured gracefully in my mind. I enjoyed the thoughts about a seemingly mundane task. You made the imagery worthwhile to read. Nice write.

I felt as if I was the observer of said events.

[PortraitsOfTheHeart]

I approve this message. Good job.

[Christopher Danner]

Nice review, it has really nice rhythm