Monday, January 1, 2024

If Something Is Red

Stomping on cloudy
Ice too thick to crack,
As likely to slide

And shatter yourself,
And what on earth for?
Nothing much under

But muddy water
And whatever strange
Fish monster it was

That circled your feet
The morning you froze.
There’s nothing to see

And wanting to see
So badly you can’t.

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