Head bent against Winter,
I walk among the city Faces
Staring coldly in my direction,
Whispering silent judgments
While their skin reddens from the frost
And their breath gusts before them like a
mockery of fire.
What do you think offends them so?
Increasing my pace,
The Wind whips my ears raw
Until I remember I’ve forgotten my hat,
And putting it on,
I find I care a little less about the chilly Air
And rather pity them,
For they are not as warm as I

Ignorance is Bliss

Briana Charlton ’16