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Goosebumps while walking under the bridge |
| What is this cold wind in May? Is it volcanic ash blocking the sun, The earth’s axis bumped by an asteroid, Some malfunction of my thermoregulation, A big, strong fan? Call it refreshing for a moment, A conversation with a friend, A good past memory A cool touch of early spring But the water is rising and there’s a sewer smell Carried by the breeze And I see the water lapping by the dry debris As I walk under the bridge. -Written for a great daily short fiction/poetry contest, The Writer’s Cramp. The prompt was to include the title “Cold Wind in May” and a genre of “Environment.”
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