Plowman
PLOWMAN
(for Bill Troy, and Messer’s generous
free Plowman Day.)
Not soon enough comes the thrill of snow!
for plowmen who beckon the blizzard’s fall
anxious to use his craft of geometric cut lines
and angles of blizzard white in reverse drive
so shines a man’s intuition of spatial awareness
a gift more like knowing than any clear thought
to read white-out screens of sky and windshield
the plowman’s art performed in winter snow
plowman craves the joy of plowing a first white
applying his clever angles to defeat the weight
of wet snow’s higher walls and piled tonnage
hands on a wheel he shifts to feel the road
with a hot coffee steaming to favorite tunes
he’s cranking until the windshield white-out
demands an all senses alert mode in quiet
‘cause backwards driving on a narrow road
calls up deeper focus in rearview mirror reads
as white storm fury closes heavier curtains
and packed snow tires treads slide like ice
a rush demands radio off full concentration
at the edge of thin roads’ sagging shoulders
ready to jump the heart and pull down a rig
and a plow like a trick spirit hand thrust up
as if the old camp road was bad with karma
plowman and wheels of a machine in motion
the best Plowman’s final look is edged just so
his framed snow art soon melts with a season
like those sand sculptures on a summer beach
Charles Eastland
from Amazon Kindle eBook: The Car Has Ears
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