is age like ice?
the dimming color
of gray that seeps upon the head
the freezing the
slowing the
creaking the
cracking so
fragile on the surface
yet strong
under the ice a
full life swims
waves pushing against the
glass of time
now a time capsule that slumbers
like the spring awaiting
I walk on the surface of the lake
timidly
wondering when the ice will break
for the last time
everyone will break
for the last time
and time, how time then will last
or disappear
around the lake many trees are planted and
I reach for a branch to steady
my place
when the ice combusts
and open water laps
over my feet
his life rushes over and now
the shock of losing him
is freezing like the
December water
the broken ice slips
into a new life
warm warm yellow begins to
wash the clouds
while two red foxes
run through the snow on the
frozen lake and
lay still in the middle of the arena
while the red sun
glows on their
red backs
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