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 manโs 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.
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