Poem #9: Cold, Concrete Poem, Anaphora and Epistrophe

Escape to Costco’s Cold Locker
Paula Bender

Chilly Mainland mornings call for pots of evening chili.
Chilly Hawaii mornings aren’t that frequent but we like our chili.

Sticky nights often turn into days that are just as sticky.
Drops of sweat develop even as we towel off shower drops.

So much heat and humidity, we need our relief and so,
Go in the van and drive to Costco and into the cold locker we go.
“I could stay in here all day.” “So could I.”