Plowing

Hours ‘til dawn,
coffee’s all gone.
It’s snowing and blowing
and carryin’ on. 

Been at it since three,
just the night and me.
Moving snow into piles,
clearing the streets. 

Spinning black tunnels.
Black-bottomed runnels.
I saw giant white buffalo,
then plowed ‘em under. 

Hallucination,
deprivation,
diesel fumes and
contemplation.

Rumbling steel scraping,
ice-slicked pavings.
Roundabout and back ‘n forth
back ‘n forth, back ‘n forth… 

Going nowhere.