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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