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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