Cold In Georgia
afterglow of Minnesota,
i can see
my bare toes, oh how they’ve grown;
their nails…who knew
of merriment, sickness, nibble of pup.
‘hello feet…wuzzup?’*
1/3/2022
Bite Size Poem #31
Sponsor: Line Gauthier
*wassup (wah-zup) - Informal US exclamation meaning “what’s up”
**cold in Georgia no where near the Minnesota cold
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