Winter - Poem by Morgan Michaels
Why am I so knit up with aches, this morning
in every articulation that bears weight?
Maybe because it turned so cool last night,
the a.c. still running strong.
Great God-if this is winter's warning
of things it's like eventually to bring on
I'd rather skip the season, altogether,
or. better, move to Costa Rica.
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