Menfolk

Out they come in concert,

one man then another –

their orchestra of shovels

tuning up on the ice.


Backs bent to lemon-white

in February’s thin

afternoon, they’re heating grunts

that cool to clouds with each


scooped payload heaved to lawns;

scraping snow from black hoofs:

their cattle of cars, docile,

cut off by this weather.


Women appear with fists

of mugs. Scarved children shriek.

The menfolk lean on their tools,

like all labour were theirs.

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