Popsickles On Ice Patches

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Invisible Poetry

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The raised brow to my comment

exuded the concept of "Frosty!"

Trumped like cards, you came

down on me a bit and I wavered

like a wind whipped wheat field;

grainy, resistant.

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Swirls of cold spun milk

and vanilla, frosty. Your order

was intended to inspire

and make me move faster

as if I were the extension

of your will and ideation

outcomes.

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Crisp in the corners

like ice forming on a window

you can not see through

for the frost.

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The old system you ran no longer

works here. Your edges, a bit too

chilly m'dear, met a hot sweltering

and firestorm reply to melt

ice skate frozen water where

feet are frostbitten and ready

to go home to warmth.

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Lady A 

12-12-13

2:52p

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