driveway not totally
cleared
from the last storm
and he marches resolute
towards me
boots crunching on
January cold
rings doorbell once
I pull open ice-encrusted door
and endure blast of cold as he enters
round specs clouding in warm humidity
he sheds coat and we drink strong black coffee
sitting stiff and serious
black suit
I ask about journey
and he says in that strong tone
that it is all journey
no departure
no arrival
just enigmatic meander through
cold and snow
sun creating shadows and piercing
sparkles
always ears ready for that distinctive
mad endless march in the snow
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