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Posted on January 19, 2022 by Puff Of Smoke Poems

another definition:
there’s a neighbor plowing our driveway
after work, in the January dark.
He stops when the the fire siren blares
and our town is small enough
that I know why
and worry he won’t get his dinner
until very late

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