on the ice, and lay there,
staring up
at the fat bright moon,
glistening off
the snow
and ice, i didn't cry
for help, i didn't move.
it was rather nice
just lying there,
unhurt except for pride,
i opened up
the groceries i was
carrying,
some bread, some
cheese, a slice of ham.
but no mustard.
it didn't matter,
i realized i would survive.
i gave it twenty
minutes,
then crawled inside.
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