Thin Ice

chris/ February 10, 2004

The winter has not yet passed
And I walk from the frozen ground of this garden
To the edge of your pond
And I watch for hours each night
As you skate about, smiling like the crescent moon
That illuminates your graceful flight
Woe that I have no skates and
The unrelenting ice mocks my silly raft

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