S. Kornfeld

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Poems: Wind Chill

Wind Chill

Chilled cheeks
braced by the wind.

It's a wind-chill of minus forty they say
and I swear my ears could fall off
and go "plink" on the ice
in the shape of frozen 
cluster flowers

bright red

like the memory 
of summer blossoms

and fire engines 

racing to a blaze.