
How does one respond
to a cold front in Houston?
Bewilderment? Awe?
Some go out running,
as I did last night. Cool air,
at last no suff'ring.
Or bust out sweaters,
scarves, hats, and accessories.
Play yankee dress-up.
Briefly let's pretend
that we live in normal climes.
Take what you can, now.
Go outside, hurry,
while the 'squitos hibernate
(or die, hopefully).
Soon we'll return to
flip-flops. Be grateful of that.
Up North, real ice-hells.
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