Seven blocks to Garden City Park
Grade school
Terrifying
Long Island winter blizzards
Unforgiving.
Boots, scarf, and ear mufflers
Useless against the hurricane winds.
Walk backwards
Fear that my face
Would freeze.
Tears sprouted
Came within inches
Of turning to icicles.
The foot-high snow
Seeped into my pants
Chilled the bones.
Drowning as my feet
Stepped into the mushy abyss.
Turtle pace doubled
The twenty- minute walk.
Arrival at school,
Defrosting began
Peeling each layer
Zombie returned to life.
Praying when the return bell
Chimed
Weather would be kinder.
sOUNDS LIKE MY CHILDHOOD.sO GLAD i’M HERE !~~
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