Saturday, December 11, 2010

It snows.

But not as bad as it has in Minneapolis.

More later.

It is later.

heavy snow
he remembered her
blue bikini

his breath stank of whiskey
head bent into the wind
snow snaking around his feet
this was no dream of winter
he was little more than a
white shadow in hell


Blogger The Lettershaper said...

I liked this one.

10:48 PM  

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