Sparkle now in the cold
Sun beats rings
around the icicles
hanging like a
koochie dancer's fringe
from every edge and ledge
small deer dancing
on sharp toes
down the road
regard you warily
but can't run
About Me
- puddle
- Water gathering most days I wait through blue and sun till dusk or even later and the rose has faded to lavender, to gray some days, the sleet has started and the leaves underfoot are slick with ice somehow I'm never sorry and never learn one night I waited till the stars were out dropped the bucket into sound, only felt the weight of it filling and the night full of stars and the river full of stars and the bucket full of stars come morning, the coffee is also full of stars
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