12/21/2007

Any Maine Thursday


The mailman delivers my mail. Some of it cards.
Some of it packages. They are the gifts of my
Christmas season this year. I have the
fanciest tree. It's cut clean
and made flat by a
carpenter. (Like
was Christ
himself.)
and its
branches
not its trunk
are in the ground.
My gifts are
underneath.


Lithgow Library


Snowblowing and shoveling on Weston Street. A man in the background with a shovel: obvious envy for the mechanical blower.


I wore my snowshoes to work and walked past the back of China King Augusta Maine.


This snow stile made it possible for me to take a shortcut. Possible with snowshoes.


This sidewalk, turned survival course by snow plows, would have been impassible without snowshoes.


Why do you hate me?!


Arriving at work with snowshoes on.