Friday, January 05, 2018

Ice skating ducks,

Ice skating ducks,

Ravage the icy pond. 
Skaters skate around them,
Always whirling.
A shallow place begets the middle
Of the pond,
Where the sunlight falls upon the chilly
Coldness.

Shadows fade. 
Light glimmers on everything.
Then, the night is born,
And nothing feels worse than the cold
At night, especially the things
That are left bitter and alone,
And the skaters have left,
And all hope is lost.
Cold begets cold.

The ducks sleep.
Everyone listens.

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