TO BE OR NOT TO BE--COLD

Posted for Open Link Night Number 20 at

dVersePoets

which will begin TODAY

Tuesday at 3PM Eastern

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I love snow and cold weather—if I can be warm. From earliest memory I was not warm, ever. In early 1960's I had resigned from Cincinnati Symphony Orchestra, quit a good restaurant manager job. One moon-full 2 AM I took off for the south, there to be warm and stay drunk for the rest of my life—my goal! (It's kinda chilly tonight—and I don't drink—thanks to AA)...

Understand, in Miami, thousands of roofs are painted white to stave off sun's heat. OK. Please read my experience:

 MOON OVER MIAMI

ESCAPING THE BLUSTERY,

WINTRY, SNOWY COLD

Well—just knowing

it's snowing

wherever I going.

High in the sky,

year 1965

over Flo-ree-da

one moonlight night:

way down

on ground,

blotches of white!

NOOOOOO!

Everywhere

there. NO!

Tears began to roll

years taken toll

getting old

fingers cold

My God, I'm age forty

I play a violin...and

that's not good when

my hands are blued, where

ten-finger-icicles protrude

Cold water will drop

through 'f'-holes

dampening sensitive

sound-post and board.

Negativity soared

Rusty strings

notes

damp bow hair,

other things...

Now flying low

over white roof,

proof of my goof!

Snow in Miami?

How can this be?

Yearning to drown myself

in Atlantic—or alcoholic sea

or both! (That's me!)

Plane door opens

first in line

balmy breeze

fullest moon over Miami

shining through

lacing palm leaves

But...but my eyes,

from high in those skies

(picture my delight!)

were seeing house-tops

all painted WHITE!

--steveroni

Scene: 1964-1965

Written: 11/29/11

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