Looking out my

Office window,

Which overlooks

Where I park,

I have to laugh  

This morning

I had cleared snow

From both sides of

My car's roof,

Sweeping my arm

Held straight out,

My hand clutching

My coatsleeve

So no cold snow

Could get inside,

Along the length

Of the roof

From each side  

Because my arm

Didn't reach

All the way

To the center

Of the roof

From either side,

The middle third

Of the roof

Was left untouched,

Four inches of

Flat snow plateau,

My Firebird

Left with a

"Mohawk haircut"