I remember when we couldn't work when it snowed
roads silent, an occasional whoosh as a car rolled by,
do you remember watching the snow spitting out from
the tires, small patterned clump of tread marks.
I wanted to collect them in my mittened hands
before heading home.
maybe there was a book at home that I could pretend
to browse while drinking a hot chocolate, or
I could say I read it while I took a nap.
the computer is set up now, two screens, a bluetooth
keyboard and mouse, remote access won't let me
pretend that I cannot work.
I can watch the birds in the tree out my window, and the
snow tumble to the ground as squirrels make their way.
I can still dream of snow and drink a hot tea,
I'll still take that nap.
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