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I FELT LIKE A BOY AGAIN

(For Clem and Bill)

When the big fluffy flakes

were a foot deep, I traded

the quiet, hard-work of the shovel

for the noise and ease of the blower.

I told myself I was sixty-six

and saving my back.

But steering the roaring

machine up and down

the driveway, spewing huge

rooster-tails of snow

out over the lawn,

made me feel

like a boy again

playing with a new toy.