Is covered now in ice
My own driveway, as of this day
Seems to be coated twice.
I'd like to get to Kroger yet
(Although a Marsh is near)
To improvise a few supplies
Until the roads are clear.
I'll chip away again today
To try to make a lane
For car or feet to reach the street
Then store, and home again.
I've asked the sun to help me on
The place that needs it most
So I don't slide on my short ride
Into a mailbox post.
I've tried to chip so I don't slip
But it has been quite rough
To use a blade that was not made
For breaking through this stuff.
I sometimes stand, or use my hand
As feet slip out from under
I haven't bled or hit my head
Which, frankly, is a wonder.
I'd order cleats to reach the streets
And then around the block
But they can't get them to me yet
I haven't cleared my walk.
When next a cloud brings rain around
Or snow, I'll not think twice
I'll gladly play it any way
That isn't fucking ice.
