Day Two, baby. Under the wire.
I meant
to write an ode to ice,
To
stasis, fortitude,
To
that hard strength of human soul
The
admirable winter
Mirrors
splendidly.
I
tried to write that poem, and
I
meant it, every word --
But hope
tapped on my window
And the
sound of water dripping
Kept
distracting me.
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