Minus 1A Poem by Alfred Kukitzcold as universalMinus 1 The stillness of cold wraps around you. Where are you? Arctic Circle, Bering Sea, wild tundra, maybe all three? Is this a new Ice Age, Universal Cold? It feels like a trance, you formulate a strategy as each step advances you into the cold. You hear screams of summer dancing around your earlobes, bugs flying everywhere, humidity sweating from your pores, You move and move again the stillness of cold bears down on everything. © 2015 Alfred KukitzReviews
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StatsAuthorAlfred KukitzDeering, NHAboutYes, I'm still here. Just jazzing up my about me story. Sorry I don't die at the end. more..Writing
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