The Plow Truck's Grave
In the dark, in the blizzard, at four-thirty in the morning
I dumped my plow truck off the road
Down into the culvert:
A plow truck’s grave.
My neighbor came along
He plowed into me; five hundred feet.
We hooked his chain.
“It should pop right out of there” we said.
“What do I owe?”
“An apple pie”.
He got it.