by Stephen Jones
“Attack of the snow”
And I do labor-
Intensive work against drifts
Against waves of white a whale
Piled against cars trees homes
But don’t call me Ahab
Call me “Claus, Santa Claus”
Shaken like a snow globe
. . . Or stirred
Like a frothy punch or nog
I hunt happiness
‘Thar she blows!
Snowballs icy stars snowflakes
A pod of dreams scattered
North South East West
Call me Claus
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