Caught unawares again
Can't see through the windshield until
I scraaaaape the window
with the tool
locked in the car
that I can't open
because the door is frozen
by yesterday's sunshine
that gleefully fled
after doing it's time
to melt the rime
of ice from the rain
that froze in relief
once I'd parked from my travels
only to sliiiide into cracks
and jack up the lock
giggling overnight
at the surety of my
frustration
having found the hat and glove
that I'd packed with a shove
during second-false-spring
many months ago
sure that I'd remember to include
that second glove
(now WHERE is it?)
when the frost came.
Yet.
Here I am.
Clicking the automatic lock.
Disturbing the crows with my
verbal eruptions and epithets
aimed at that careless me
that,
once again,
didn't put the scraper in the garage
for the time of the frost.
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Judey Kalchik
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I agree with KP this is such a beautiful way to express the mundane. You put me right in there, one year I just kept forgetting to buy one after I moved so I kept an old credit card in my car. Not my most organized winter. I could feel the sigh at the end. -r 🩵
this read like a song by stephen sondheim and i love that. the cadence made your frustration even more real as my reading matched pace with the goliath sentences bookending those three brief sentences toward the end (which i slowed during. took a deep breath as your resignation settled). it's masterful what you do with the mundane. 💙
Thank you so much for reminding me to get prepared. I felt the frustration of being caught off guard. Nicely done!
I feel your pain. I think most of us have done this at least once.
I have been there many times, the worst was on a motorway and the screenwash froze while driving at speed
Good job, and I think we all have done that exact same thing from time to time.