2 Replies to “Cold Front”

  1. For what it’s worth, that actually happened. My black ballpoint pen ran out of ink just as I was trying to draft this poem in my pocket notebook. Instead of the snow melts, I got the snow me.

    I’m thinking Bill Knott would’ve had a much better idea what to do with that irony.

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