Ice

–

The ice in the gully

flowed over

the leafs boundaries

–

as clear and as

unconfined as light and

the water it always was,

–

a lick for

a thirsty dear

if not miles away,

–

ice almost alone

melting naturally

in the sun,

–

until a man

waking his dog

on a leash,

–

gazed on its

diamond reflection

interpreted in the

–

geometry of his eye

and confirmed in the

symmetry of his mind,

–

after his little dog

had pissed on it,

and clawed on it,

–

and the man’s heel

had shattered it and

mashed it to cubes,

–

way beyond the

the shattered shards

that could possibly

–

harm his world

and all the littler ones

he totally loved.

–

In the hardness

already starting to slush

back to its sun form

–

the man became thirsty,

and desired something

with ice in it,

–

cold hard ice cubes

tumbling from

a machine of cold,

–

his dear little home,

tidy and clean,

a short walk beyond,

–

even though he knew

in his very geometry

like he always knew

–

the ice would return

like it always

will return,

–

as snow falling,

lightly falling,

and icing his grave.