Watching the Lake

out my window

a whitish blur of ice

dazed against the glare

dizzy deep like a crackly slap

whipped against a mouth

full of cold teeth.

A tear lets loose

down my cheek

Look at the ice, I cry

see how the light shines almighty bright

squint close

and pray the gods of chill and blindness

turn the ice

narrow it to nothing

bring me the ducks.

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