Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
The Frost
Parked here,
All these windows
Looking back at me.
I stare,
Peeking into the lives
Of people I'll never meet.
The winter has bitten
Through the fall,
Nipping my nose
And numbing
My toes,
As I wait patiently.
I'm cold but
I'm always cold.
With the heater on full blast,
The frost
Will still find me.
12-5-09
All these windows
Looking back at me.
I stare,
Peeking into the lives
Of people I'll never meet.
The winter has bitten
Through the fall,
Nipping my nose
And numbing
My toes,
As I wait patiently.
I'm cold but
I'm always cold.
With the heater on full blast,
The frost
Will still find me.
12-5-09
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The Frost
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