devotion
every winter morning I play the game:
shuffling cars from driveway to street
so the garaged cars can move & you'd think
we'd figure out a better system but no,
the better cars park inside, the beaters
on the out so I brace the cold at 6 a.m.
to warm & back out cars so my wife &
kids can leave, these few moments
alone warming engines or clearing leaves
or snow while cold clears my lungs is
my daily duty where I bow to demands
of the god of sacrifice & watch the
sun creep anew across the sky
& wave to neighbors doing same