Hot Days, Cold Hands
after much negotiation,
the owners of our (her)
west coast gran kids
agree to a meeting
in a neutral city
a day of great joy,
hugs kisses real life unlimited,
playing pool catch, shark,
(Ian is the ball)
and splashing
in Miami pool warmth
and you don't think about
poetry writing cause you are living
it
this morning two icy lumps,
of coals wake me at 6:15 am,
icy understates their arctic nature,
my poor chest burnt
by frost fingered nails
message in a ten fingered bottle,
freshly drawn from the cold Atlantic
Thank you
they say,
and I reply,
Let us
move south to my warmer climes
6:47am
May 3, 2014
May 3, 2014 at 6:50 AM UTC
Hot Days, Cold Hands
after much negotiation,
the owners of our (her)
west coast gran kids
agree to a meeting
in a neutral city
a day of great joy,
hugs kisses real life unlimited,
playing pool catch, shark,
(Ian is the ball)
and splashing
in Miami pool warmth
and you don't think about
poetry writing cause you are living
it
this morning two icy lumps,
of coals wake me at 6:15 am,
icy understates their arctic nature,
my poor chest burnt
by frost fingered nails
message in a ten fingered bottle,
freshly drawn from the cold Atlantic
Thank you
they say,
and I reply,
Let us
move south to my warmer climes
6:47am
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