A sudden cold snap-
puddles thicken
and go still.
Temperatures drop.
Burnt orange cloud sticks to the top
of a frozen sky.
Out of the east a wind starts up-
flies over the river, crosses the avenue,
and knocks somebody's hat off.
Fingers tingle.
Strawberries come frozen
home from the store.
Dristan's tough to find.
Snifflers are sorry
not to have gotten the shot.
Slip on an extra sweater. Study
by lamplight, a letter
somebody stuck in a card
and dream of the azure skies
and pink sands, that, young,
you lived, in other lands.
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