“The cold tears of her father

have made a hill of ice.” Robert Duncan

 

He left the cold for subtropic

it hardly ever freezes here,

snow is reminisced

seems years ago it fell and melted

as soon as it hit the ground

 

Warmth can’t save anyone

it doesn’t go deep enough

Our bodies are 98 degrees of moisture and bone

trying to stay alive

 

I don’t know if I ever saw him cry except

for when he watched movies

It’s the only place I saw real snow