the ice
you see reminds you of other
ice.
personal ice.
nothing sweet
like ice
cream, but the ice
one feels
when affection ends,
and it's time
to scrape the windows
free,
warm up the car,
and leave.
it reminds you of that
kind of ice,
solid
and cold. unbending
in the low sun
that never quite reaches
above
the trees.
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