Monday, October 26, 2009

Quattro Conto






Though the water was cold on my lips,
it tranquilized my gums and numbed my tongue.

I wanted to say a word about it but someone had beaten me to the tom.
“Wai--.”

It had slapped me across the face and turned my cheeks red.
But twas not the cold that had inhibited my feeling.

“Blame the weather,” is what I heard.
Problem was, I couldn’t find my earmuffs.

The sound must’ve been silent – or sensed without notice.

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