Winter poems. Remaining in the Cold by Adreyo Sen. A beautiful poem for a beautiful day. Enjoy your weekend, Yareah friends.
Remaining in the Cold
On a lonely stretch of Montauk Highway,
a seller of hot wings saw
in my coatless-ness,
the frailty of her son
and offered me a Macy’s coat
softened to motherly shapelessness
by many migrations.
With frozen hands reared in foreign lands,
I took the hot wings.
The courtesy of my accented English
declared its determined sovereignty
with mincing erudition –
I would be a stranger and would
to the welcoming cry of her generous heart –
I charmingly stammered my refusal.
But there was only pity in her
“It’s your funeral.”