Next to our car is a mountain of snow,
Which has
frozen as hard as a rock.
Ours isn’t the only one locked in, although
It’s the worst one around the whole block.
We’re parked
on the side where the plows seemed to push
All the snow
that was blocking the street
And because
of the freeze, what should turn into mush
Has instead
made our blockade complete.
We have nowhere
to go and can get to the train
When we need
to help out with the grands,
So on 89th
Street, our poor car will remain
For as long
as the weather demands.
We’ve been
through this before, but it’s been a few years
Since we’ve
dealt with both snow and such cold
And my
husband and I, plus our car, it appears,
Feel the
mileage we’ve gained taking hold.
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