Poem: The Air Tonight Is Cold

The Air Tonight Is Cold

and there is no quiet inside
and not a place to sit out here
that isn't too wet for comfort,
so I am standing about
out here, out with the wind,
the chill, the winter.
Soon I will return
to the warmer climes
of my home,
I am choosing to enjoy
what will be denied me,
even if it is only 
the shiver of my flesh.

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