First snow has fallen--
my emotions bittersweet
at seven A.M.
A frozen bike lock.
My breath defrosts the keyhole.
A bit light headed.
Once crowded bike rack
proudly stands in the snowfall
for the few bikes left.
Twenty four degrees.
Only badass bikers left.
Wimps got bus passes.
Inside my backpack
a frozen dinner thawing.
The teacher lectures.
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