Rivers of cold,
Molecules of ice,
Frozen balls of air,
Rushing
Across the state
Down I-75
Through the city
Up the street
Past the stop sign
Over a neighbor’s yard,
No tropical dam
To halt them.
Must be
Winter.
Rivers of cold,
Molecules of ice,
Frozen balls of air,
Rushing
Across the state
Down I-75
Through the city
Up the street
Past the stop sign
Over a neighbor’s yard,
No tropical dam
To halt them.
Must be
Winter.