the thick ice
will be around
for awhile, it
snowed too hard,
too early in winter
for it to find
enough heat
and sun to melt
away, and our shoes
will slip, we will
curse beneath
our breath where
we have let this
relationship go.
we are so in need
of an agreement
of hearts, of a truce
found only in
a season like spring.
Sunday, January 3, 2010
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