Snow Plow
by Rocco Lungariello

If I were to start over again,
I'd be a four-wheel-drive pick-up truck

and yellow snowplow kind of guy,
wearing black and red checkered flannel,

arms like telephone poles,
letting my father sleep in for a change-

make my mom think there were
two real men in her home.

I'd like to wake up my grandparents
at five A.M. with clutch scraping noises

in their driveway-
go inside for coffee and Italian

cookies from the freezer.
I'd have a much fuller face

and would get by on less than eight
hours of sleep-

if I were to start over again.

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