City Snowfall
Loud, yellow plow trucks
push new snow aside, away,
for slow-moving cars
that carefully watch us slide
cheering, down the dirty mounds.
© 2015 Matt Forrest Esenwine. All rights reserved.
Margarita Engle has challenged us to write a tanka this month. She suggests we think of it as a five-line travel diary about a subject of our choice. Click HERE for more details.
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I don't know if it's a wonderful memory considering the winter you've had, but you've created the image beautifully, Matt.
ReplyDeleteWho knew that sliding down dirty mounds could sound so appealing, Matt! I love the focus on FUN in this tanka.
ReplyDeleteThank you both! When you're a kid, you don't care what color the snow is - you just want to slide!
ReplyDeleteThis brings fond memories of growing up in the Mid-west. You are right about the color of the snow. Sliding was the best.
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