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Saturday Poem: When the Polar Vortex Swirls

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Standing beside my fake fireplace

feeling the heat on feet and legs

rise till I’m cozy all over,

I proclaim my dancing flames “Great!”

Then I think of those welcome grates

all over town where homeless guys

curl up with slim blankets, backpacks

filled with scraps of life and small hopes

— Ann Curran

Ann Curran of Mount Washington is author of ‘‘Placement Test” and ‘‘Me First.” She is a member of the Squirrel Hill Poetry Workshop.

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