photoart: ralph murre
25.
by
Charlie Rossiter
Some
mornings it’s so cold
the
car won’t start on the first try,
or
the second, or the third.
In
youth, that made me
hit
the dashboard.
Now
I simply sigh
go
back inside,
take
out a book,
get
on with my life.
~
previously published in Winter Poems
(FootHills Publishing)
