Walking from building to building trying to avoid the slush
wondering why the salt doesn’t also dissolve the slush.
Keeping your head down to fight the biting sting of the wind, watching
your feet take step by step through the snow, salt, red rock, and slush.
A five minute walk seems like twenty and while you try to walk fast to escape the cold,
you are careful not to walk too fast or else you may end up with a rear end covered in slush.
The snow may look pretty but the salt that climbs up your jeans is not
Nor the red rock that stains your shoes as you tromp through the slush.
I don’t mind the cold that chaffs your face or the layers of clothes that add bulk or
the off chance that I may fall but I dearly dread the continuous red salty slush.
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