you want
the stream,
like a sleeve
of ice,
to freeze over
so that you
can slide
across it
in your slippery
shoes
and get to the
other side,
twisting
and turning,
pirouetting like
a happy child
in the last
cold gasps
of winter.
being above water
for a change.
Thursday, February 28, 2013
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