Sub Arctic Cold – Clinton Hill 2004

-10 Centigrade
On Myrtle Avenue
Me
Warm within winter wear
Old Sol
93 million miles away
Solar waves on my face
It’s real wintah
Snow on the ground.
Ice on the sidewalk
A deep chill in the air.
Cold
No
The sun warm on my face.
Happy.
Yes.
I might not be ready
For the North Pole
But I’m ready
For Wintah
on Clinton Hill.

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