Snowmageddon

The store was packed like a tub of multicolored blocks. An oily, cheerful voice boomed: “Snowmageddon! Fire sale! Buy now!”

Walso felt uncomfortable in his ubertight snowsuit. Only yesterday they’d had the global warming celebration. Continue reading

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Alaska

Long skis hiss over the hard pack snow
Calories burn, stamina endures, forest slides past
A lone refugee seeking solitude, silence, peace
Finds a rabbit ensnared in a lasso like trap
Caterpillar belches smoke, trees tumble, gold to mine

This is the fifth of the five line poems each using five random words in five days.