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