Dec. 4, 2012
Cold Day in the Park
Cold hands
Struggle against numbness
As I tr-tr-try
To scratch out some words
In Douglass Park.
Curse the cold!
I would freeze to death
To keep breathing
These Illinois sunsets!
I retreat behind my dirty window
As the sunlight fades,
Tr-tr-trying
To drink it all in
Before the night
Smothers the view.
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