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"It was just a walk in the cold ..."
by W. Mahlon PurdinIt was just a walk in the cold:
A January's counting day, ticking
Away a winter too warm; a bath
Cooling to tepid, and uninteresting,
Time to go. I was awash in well-being, though,
For some reason I felt healthy like a boy
Staring into a toy store, with his dad,
Tall and young, beside him.
There was a wind whispering
In the potato chip air, and I heard
Crunching like footsteps beside me.
There were other sounds as well:
I chose to hear them as animals
Out of sight, moving again, after
Being long thought extinct. 01/19/2007 Posted on 09/24/2009
Copyright © 2026 W. Mahlon Purdin
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 12/22/11 at 05:48 PM I can definitely relate to this poem. I would like to say as well, that beyond the wonderful flow and content of your words, they have a soothing affect. |
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