Wednesday, March 2, 2016

poem of the day March 2


Old ice
New ice
It makes no 
difference
once you've
slipped into
the hopper
All day long
I hear 
arguments
from deep
down the well
It wasn't there 
It was there
Two patches
frozen in 
the closed mind 
New and Old
afraid
to climb 
out of ice
from water time

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