Saturday, November 17, 2007

fighting low temperature

Clutching my bag closer to my chest,
I fumbled for my bike keys, hurriedly.
In the last row, I found it with zest.
There, the old machine was parked obliquely.

Looking up, the cloudless dark sky showed no stars.
The hope of catching a glimpse proved farce.
Before numbness dominated my body,
Inadvertently, my vision became blurry.

Wasting no more time, I quickened my pace.
Converting potential to kinetic was exhausting.
As the wind breathed cool air on my face,
On my skin, I felt cold daggers penetrating.

in memory of last Friday's struggle.

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