Bundled in layers
The cold could not warm me
After my shower.
Under many blankets
I hear my story
Unfold.
Bustle of crowds
As the doors close
Ding, ding, ding!
הבאתי לחץ
בתוך הכיסים
.בטעם של קרח
Eyelashes freezing
Crisp air on my nose
Frosty beard
Plop of ages.
In the snowbank.
A chilly tush.
Flakes fell.
I shoveled,
and also fell.
Cold ground.
Chilled pavement.
The iced eve.