It's Cold Here
It's cold here.
It was cold long before
Winter arrived
harsh frigid stares
as people passed by
subtle cues
to warn us off
send us packing
"This is not your neighborhood-
you are not welcome here."
their unspoken message
loud and clear
It's cold here.
Winds of change
blew too fast
too strong for some
to adjust
and bone-chillingly cold
breezes emanate from
these people
who got left behind
their decades of disappointment
and bitter envy
mingle like freezing rain
and sub-zero winds
into a deadly wintry mix
designed to drive us out
It's cold here.
Wind chill fifty degrees below zero
miserably, dangerously cold
so cold that
for a few days
Hell freezes over
and people act like
neighbors
for a change
And I wonder about
the hateful old man
who used to stagger
up and down the street
every day, cockeyed
never saying a word
except one time
he asked if I
had a spare dollar
and got angry
when I didn't
So cold here.
Copyright © Rhona Mcferran | Year Posted 2019
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