Monday, June 1, 2009

Cold poem for a hot day



Ice Princess

crunchy footsteps on ice-glazed snow
numbness crawls up from the tips of her toes
long underwear bunches, creeps up beneath down
heat trapped in layers, escapes at the crown

1 comment:

  1. fun!! we've all had that "underwear bunches" thing going on.

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