White Out

I do not know
which way is North
having lost
my writing way.
Does this turn work?
Does that?

The leaking sky 
drops sheets 
of slippery snow
that line the road
and wall me in.
The only thing 

I know to do
is follow 
the plodding path 
the practiced snowplow
makes, and hope
it leads me home.

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Adelaide, Issue 66, July 2024

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