Man In December Poem by Kirby Wright
Man In December
Man wearing cotton robe
And rubber shoes
Canes his way to a lounge chair.
He sits, rests cane
On Futurestone.
Leg ejects from robe, tanning.
“Is that water cold? ” he asks
Girl in the shallows.
“Cold, ” she nods, “cold as Alaska.”
His eyes shut. The sun
Feels as the sun felt
A thousand months ago,
When he was
Learning to swim
Sweet blue water
That burned like ice.
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