Thursday, December 8, 2011

Notes from Snow Denver: a Poem

Pools that are short (by three whole yards)

Breath that is shallow, like sucking in shards

Crisp and clean and thin, dry air

Perfectly straight and frizz-free hair

Freezing degrees, an absence of trees

And a delicious meal at the oh-so-Ritzy

Elway's Steakhouse

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