Ice Winters

July 8, 2016
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The deepest chill of the winter
Is forced between the threads of my coat.
I can’t imagine the snow in Montana.

My fingers and face go numb and stiff
Despite the gloves I sport.
I can’t imagine the cold in Alaska.

I’m just glad that in Florida,
We still have warm pools,
We still have puddles,
We still have lakes,
Instead shaved ice scattered about.

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