Me and My Sidekick
were hunting for
the perfect icicle
not the ones that
grow on houses
but the ones alive
living in meadow streams
I sent him down
before the culvert
where we spotted
them lined up like
frozen soldiers
on a maple branch
that bridged the water
on either side of
sugar house stream
He brought back
a perfect dagger
that glistened
in the afternoon sun
the taste was Nirvana
We both agreed
it was very very good
this natural mix
of water and wood
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