The cranberry shovel

the cranberry shovel

maybe twenty-four inches wide

led me down the walk

further and further

deeper and deeper

the blade gathering snow

as a duster to cobwebs

ready for the work

to clean the sidewalk;

but that was the beginning

the snow yet coming

deeper and deeper

just below freezing

the blade pushing

cutting through the snow.

I’m glad for the short handle

the weight of the confection

hard for the plow

the bite of the shovel,

lifting it somehow.

January 17, 2013

after talk with Pastor Ted

about shoveling yesterday

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