Cold
Margaret V.Doran
The cold seeps in slowly
like water claiming a paper towel.
Since it can not be seen,
it is difficult to detect at first
while it stealthily fills the corners
and builds walls which move
ever forward towards the source of heat
until, when it is finally noticed,
it owns the environment
and all that is in it.
Copyright © 1997 Margaret V. Doran.
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Updated July 1, 1999
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