Valentine’s Day Ode …to my Snow Shovel

Ever reliable, waiting to be grabbed
The perfect size
Never causing arms or back to ache

You stood among the others
Not as wide, not as heavy, not as tall
Inconspicuous, modest, humble

Your  strip of metal, secured by screws
Crushed and chipped ice like a bartender
Tossed snow boulders left by plows

My sports equipment of choice
in this endless Winter Olympics

Now bent and separated
I never expected our relationship to end
like this

What will I use when the sky sends more snow
predicted soon?

Are you replaceable?  Are there others like you?

Stores are sold out,
offering garden hoses

Are you fixable?

I doubt it.