The Arctic Air

The arctic air
descended
while his heart
melted listening
to “Take my hand,
take my whole
life, too ‘cause
I can’t help falling
in love with you.”
On a hot August
day with a zephyr
breeze floating
over the palm
trees, he reached
out for her hand,
never to hold it
again. And as the
tears began, he
jabbed at the
buttons to change
the channel
on the car radio
and said to himself,
It’s frigid outside.

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