Friday, February 12, 2021

A Gently Broken Ice

Something there is
that finds pleasure in
stepping on unbroken ice
alongside the frozen pond
applying pressure gingerly
like a first kiss
and finding if your weight
can be borne
and then regretting
with a sigh
when you crack through
and it can't be
undone

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