Saturday, March 11, 2017

"I've learnt the beatitudes of ice
something sacred, something cold, 
demanding respect, a paraphernalia
of horned boots, cowl and padded vest,
for body nicely flexed to winter's mold"

from From Shovel to Self-propelled Blower:
The Immigrant's Progress

by Rienzi Crusz


-15C/5F

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