Let’s workshop this poem together before we look at each other’s work.
Snow came down February 15th feeling bad
I’d slept on the couch the night before
and suddenly the next morning cold
was thick on the ground, white, heavy with water
My wife asked me if we have two shovels I’d
thought of them one light plastic the other heavier,
a hefty blade of ragged tin splintered wood
We shoveled together the cold grew less bitter
Back in the house, our children threw soft sticks
of butter at each other, probably
shared plates of leftover greasy, cold chicken
with the dog I hate so much often, we
divide tasks my wife and I as our breath
fogged the air we worked side by side forging warmth.