Five AM.
Ten degrees outside,
Thirty-eight inside.
Water's frozen.
Wood's frozen.
I'm freezing.
Thought I'd
moved south.
Instead, I wake
to arctic reality.
The Tennessee
guidebooks never
mentioned this.
Next winter,
I swear,
will find me
in the desert.
- mce
Sunday, January 3, 2010
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