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Friday, March 14, 2014

Icicle Island




Acrobatic squirrel
Flies from tree limb to tree limb,
Excavating sky.




Bright glow of sunshine
Breaking through the cold gray clouds
Lights up sleeping snow.




The snow bank is black;
Faint memories of white flakes
Lie buried beneath.





Icicle island,
Unmoved by racing water
Lets the stream rush by.





The broken tree limb
Lies on the filthy snow bank
Where it's been for weeks.




Bright brown on snow bank
More vibrant than a dead branch.
Oh! It's just dog shit.




Through the wooden stump
A glimpse of the white beyond--
So many portals.





The two stump buddies
Looking more haggard with age.
(My foot is aching).




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