8/30 Rites of Spring

Snow Shovel,

you do this every year,

taking it personally

when they hang you

in the back of the shed.

You've had your days in the sun

all winter

making short work of snow banks

peeling ice from the driveway

and loving every minute of it.

Of course, you complained about that, too.

They work you too hard, you moaned,

don't take care not to dull your blade,

bend your handle to the point of breaking.

We told you then, and we tell you now:

Quit your whining already,

you big baby.

Now don't get us wrong,

We like you, buddy.

But for a heavy-duty hand tool

you don't exactly act the part.

A little less drama would be nice,

and would you quit acting so jealous and indignant

on those rare instances in deep January

when they reach for the rake or the broom

to pull snow off the roof.

You just weren't built for that kind of work,

and you're afraid of heights anyway.

But for now,

why not just enjoy the weather?

hang out

relax

make the best of it.

You won't be cooped up here all summer, you know.

They're sure to take you out a few times,

use you as a giant dust pan

when they sweep winter sand off the driveway

or clear ash out of the fire pit.

Oh, yes, your allergies.

I forgot, you were all bent out of shape after last year.

I can't help you.

Hang there and sulk until December, if you like.

Just cut the spade and rake a little slack.

Sure, they get out a lot more when the days grow long,

but remember

it's manure they're moving around this time of year.

The snow is all but melted.

The flies will be out before you know it.

You're not missing much.