Setting
Feb 4
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Cold, I sit
Under this ceiling fan, on
Too high a speed
For Florida February, especially
Amid it’s fickle flirting
With spring, summer temperature.
My hands ice, if I could
Motivate myself to rise,
I could cull the man-made
Wind to size, but I am lost
In rumination, always too wide,
My aperture.
© SXT 2023
