Dry Pants
and the last remnants of ice on sidewalks
slick as can be
waiting for the unaware
wanting to throw them to the ground
In an act of amateur ballet
the poor victim fights for balance
using seldom used core muscles
contorting and thrusting limbs out
in every direction
flapping arms and kicking legs
trying to remain upright
fight
You can do it
Don't worry about the people passing by
Fight with all you got to keep your pants dry
Yeah, I know. I'm brilliant. I'm writing about the weather again. It's been unusually mild here. Snow is melting and there are puddles everywhere. I took a little walk this morning to see if there were any routes with entirely dry sidewalks that would be good candidates for running paths... Candidates. *sigh. Five more days until the next Lost episode. Peace out.
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