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Chill Factor

Posted by threeleafshamrock on December 31, 2009 - 14:43
from the ABC set shamrock's ramblings

We sit at opposite ends of the table,
the chasm filled with wedding oak.
The stuttering conversation, attacks
the weather; the ice, the arctic wind,
the dangerous footing, the chill factor
and the longing for summers past.
The metaphors drip from our lips.

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Comments

shoe | January 1, 2010 - 15:59

A very fine poem, much enjoyed,:-}

threeleafshamrock | January 1, 2010 - 16:46

Thanks Shoe, glad you liked ;)