Driving in the Snow with One Windshield Wiper

Diagonal snow Glides effortless through the countryside of the Amputee windshield For the passenger side Has always had a reticent view Steam rises loftily From a topless treat Of gas station coffee That which further Obfuscates the scene Mousey and silent Each flake falls Like the wings of An owl unhurried Speckling the air With flurries of tiny Feathers If snow is a blanket, is the Earth a frightened child? Is there a force, a specter So haunting it summons A crystal storm that beguiles, Sure, a burden to some But a spectacle for all. High beams undress The night, slipping away Its silken onyx sundress In its unblinking gaze I Recall conversations with Someone I no longer see Hoping for fireplace romance Surrounded in snow globe scenery I try not to live in the squall of regret Even if every drop Falls so softly, I must Simply keep my foot On the petal, and listen To the engine’s counsel Its kind whispering pistons.