Driving in the Snow

by | Feb 13, 2024 | Issue Thirty-Seven, Poetry


I love being inside a snow globe—visiting a miniature village of snowmen or elves or penguins, ice skating by a quaint gingerbread house, or standing beside the Empire State Building, the Liberty Bell, Mount Rushmore or waving from a balcony in Cinderella’s castle, or surrounded by hula girls and surfer guys on a snow-beach scene. Or I am the scene. Me and my red Ford Focus in the snow. No icy roads, no Dead Man’s curves, no subzero bridges, no camouflaged trees, no unfortunately placed telephone poles, no other cars, no men with snow shovels and ski masks, no grandmother’s carrying groceries, no children running into the road, nothing to crash into—except the glass.

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