Ice
M M.J. Lemon
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The humble ice cube
reminded me of us
of where we were and how
we lived and then it spoke
Saying, do you remember
that other day when i sat?
There i was on the counter
doing much of nothing
I crackled and twitched
and sweat began to run
until that was done
little had begun
All at once i shifted and
moved and ran along until i
was all gone, no more
what i did to bore
my exit through impasse
thanks to heat and light
cost my being and makes me ask
do you too live as ice passing?
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