wonder the withers of winters on limbs
chill the clinging icicles
reminds me of
Jack Frost  a good friend I knew way
back when
I used to have to walk ten miles to school
uphill both ways
we would meet at the end of
Arctic street Seven AM
fire up a joint and try to keep warm
in zero degrees
walking the last nine miles with blood red eyes
shivering
but cool
no hats
or mittens or overshoes
just chillin' dude