Snow plow

Dave BontaContemplative

Our neighbor plows down-hollow and back, his wife riding shotgun.

The old plow truck hasn’t left the mountain in years, bound to its one road.

In each yard, it raises white ramparts from the fallen enemy.

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his wife riding .
The old plow truck left
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