The Unbearable Weight of Being
If I go back and forth from the front
Door to the mailbox at the end of the drive
I make a path with the sheer weight of being
Crushing the fluff of snow
Beneath my boots
One step at a time
Little old ladies follow and slip
On the uneven glaze
Breaking their hips
So I land heavier and heavier
Back and forth
Back and forth
Until the spring thaw
Melts the driveway back
And I float away
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