Swish, swish, swish. Back and forth. Back and forth. The wipers, on this old Chevy pickup, were getting a solid workout the other day. As a matter of fact, the small, faded black truck looked a bit anachronically lost amid the snow, slush and whizzing vehicles of this 2011 winter, but no matter. It just kept poking along. As I passed it on the left, those Frost lines from "The Runaway" came to mind:
"Whoever it is that leaves him out so late,
When other creatures have gone to stall and bin, Ought to be told to come and take him in."