7:26p.m.

the leaves crunch
like the muted sound
of a child munching
on Sonic ice

the latch to my gate
frozen solid
i push up – contact made
the cold metal
stings my hand
it gives way - freedom

this arctic wind
blows deep into my soul

and i shiver

01/20/2011

Author's Note: damn the cold

Posted on 01/21/2011
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