A Scarf

We had hard heads once, too
when big flakes fell from an open white sky
layers of fluff building on mailboxes and fire hydrants

Nowadays we walk quickly from driveway to house
from parking lot to grocery store or the front door at work
expensive stocking caps, gloves and a scarf
spare no expense
to keep warm
in those brief moments we spend exposed

but then, way back when
two miles trudged with nothing
but a worn out fall jacket
which had been of questionable value even when brand new
the bottoms of our pant legs
and our socks
soaked through to skin and collecting more snow

But to think of it now,
I can hardly recall that we ever wanted for warmth

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