Deep Winter

 

The water breaks like a bird's wing,

The shafts and quills intact along the shards of ice. 


Too heavy to lift, I tip

The basin up 

and water drains from underneath

the broken thing. 


I want to keep it intact,

Safe from warm,

Hold it in the aspic of Winter

Small, fragile memory of peace. 





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