Shovelling snow with my father
As I began to obviate the snow
from my sidewalk,
my father appeared.
He does that sometimes.
I shovelled and then sifted
ice melt onto the porch steps
and driveway even though
the snow still fell.
I heard his voice in my head
as I scanned the snowy horizon.
“Gotta keep on top of things like this.”
Suddenly, the miles that separate us
felt especially long
and very cold.
Greg Vessar
Greg Vessar was born and raised in Kansas and is currently living in Northern Japan with his wife and two cats! You can read more of his writing at his blog, A Thousand Miles from Kansas at www.displacedkansan.com and follow him on Twitter @GVessar