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.

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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