Pile of ice like shards of brick
Resting against the wall they broke from
Snow trod into a rigidity like rock
It makes no sound when stepped on
I am sure there would be stars in the sky
If I looked up like a drowning man
Cars roll by like an avalanche
Music thudding from the occasional vehicle
The lamppost leans away from the road
And the lightbulb flickers imperceptibly
And I walk away from you like a stone
Skidding across a frozen pond
Friday, January 16, 2009
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