Deep Winter - second draft

The water breaks;

A bird's wing,

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 Winter aspic,

One small, fragile memory

of peace.

 

Today, a new day, a film, a song.

Hidden,

Eyes protected,

Razor sharp brim

foreclosing our reach.

I

Only an air kiss 

for your First Lady.

The wind tries to take it. 

Another moment in which  

regret might rise up too,

Or maybe bubbles of laughter,

throwing caution to that wind,

That hat, becoming

 a frisbee

And you shaking your long hair free. 

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God bless those who've been granted power.

May they use it for the greatest good. 

II

Today, a new day,

Sans hat,

but your suit's making a suggestion:

Take Frank's fedora and 

Make your own way,

Tip your world

into a caramel confection,

Cock a snook in their direction 

and

Take us to the pictures

in Your lexicon of clothes.

Let us live twice,

Do it all again,

But different.

Put on some style 

Not your way

My way. 

Looking in the mirror,

Your shoes say

Where's that hat ?

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