Snow Shovel by Ezzenntahh, Artist
By Degrees
It’s ninety-eight degrees in Denver yet I am selling three snow shovels to a guy out of the back of my truck for five bucks each. I have always detested doing sales work, and forty years later, I still have this fond memory.
Today my snow shovel is tangled up in weeds that mass on the blade and spiral round the shaft, racing towards the Sun. Spring-powered plants utilize every obstacle in their own elegant way.
It crosses my mind that the guy who bought the shovels may be pushing up Daisies by now.
Ezzenntahh
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