The snow was too damn deep. My
derelict caddy sputtered smoking entrails,
clawing at the frigid entrapment bogging at
An avuncular man who always looked
as if he were on his way to Church stopped,
shook his head
indicting my driving skills,
pulled up his sleeves and knelt down,
fingers fishing for assistance.
I saw him often in the street, passing
by on my way to buy dog treats for my cat.
The where’s and intricacies don’t
but his mannerisms
and call to my aid brought us
close to being friends. I hand him
the shovel, nodding thanks, and still want to
out with it.