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Date Posted: 13:36:45 04/20/05 Wed
Author: AAAGGGSSS
Author Host/IP: AC87A15B.ipt.aol.com / 172.135.161.91
Subject: Puddle of Ice

There is
at the high top of the stairs
an ice puddle; actually it extends
further, than the eye can see
and goes

out; into its many directions
with a cool wind that slopes
to it

from on high,
higher, than the clouds
by the line of the stratosphere

where icy winds begin,
they have eyes

clear, that scout
the every movement:

how the winds are coddling
upon the surface
fumbling, and tumbling the soft high pointed crests:

they jut, like the sea, just frozen
in quilted memories

layered, sometimes
deeper:

about mid way
where the water frozen
it gushes
onward
to a new found lake
to be found

downstream
and so has many noises
that must surround
where it not
for the dimensions

of the ice,
that lies above
like a satin blanket

Here, is the resting place,
the frozen tundra,

of lives; walked, spend,

as the evening comes roaming

of daylight
upon the trees
as she rising

and each aware,
often,
that the light is different
in her heats

in her seeing
her administration, of what
as she sees
needed

for the stalks
the lay
of the land

and the great river now,
so frozen
by weather

The high wind moving
again,

slowly
to other environments

often,
not wishing she there

and the curl of the leaves
heightened, flowers
is eminent

as she,
like a stiff blanket
does

roam
there

settle,
to take a position
above,

remain cold
for a time

in a stratosphere
that has given her,

this leeway

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