the ice
is hard, deep
and wide
the tip leans out into
a blue jar of
air.
is it melting, or growing
into something
beyond imagination.
we float along,
we listen to the sound
it makes
as it scrapes against
the hides
of others.
what lies below the surface
is
what you need to know.
the danger
that is unseen
as you navigate strange
waters.
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