“COLD EXPERIENCE”

She traces tiny crosses in the snow;
Her fingers numb to a world—
she has hardly yet explored.
Dianne goes to the window,
fogs the glass with her heat
and traces tiny crosses until
she can see who is laughing inside.

narrative poem written on 11-22-2010 by: on mattkane.com
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COLD EXPERIENCE | poem by Matt Kane Fine Art

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