Monday, November 17, 2014


I come in from the cold
Shivering. My nose and toes
Numb from frigid temperatures.
The sound of the furnace kicking on
Greets me, calling me deeper inside.
My fingers sting; the heat hurts
As my hands begin to thaw.
But the sound of the fan blowing
Warm air reminds me
Comfort lies in the future.
I need only wait.
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