Well Chilled

A sunburn is sounding good to me now,
With the temperature twenty below outside,
And the air in the house so cold that I
Haven't got feeling in either my fingers
Or toes. An extra shirt, a hat, a blanket,
Innumerable cups of boiling-hot coffee,
Can't bring me much comfort. I'd like
To go south, but, even in Texas,
The weather is freezing, and I don't
Believe that my car will start. I'll find
Some more blankets and go back to bed
With my clothes on to shiver and curse
The cold, and dream of occasions when,
Some months hence, I'll be trying to hide
From the sun.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2021-02-16 at 17:11

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