Their hats are cockamamie.
One has lost its carrot nose.
Stone buttons and eyes
have long since succumbed
to gravity. But there is
something yet dignified
about the snow people in the yard,
their knobby stick arms raised
as if, in their declining state,
there’s still so much to praise.
They bring to mind all the uninflated Christmas toys littering the neighbors’ yards waiting for the evening influx of air.
Ha! Yeaaahhhhhh …