Friday, November 16, 2012

Glaciation

Glaciation
A cold wind blows through the fence;
the gate swings shut with a glacial clank.
Snow falls and settles, turning brown sand to white.
There are no toys in this sand-box.
The wind blows down the slide and climbs through the spaces up the ladder.
Empty swings rise and fall with the wind, the see-saw seems to balance,
the wind lifting one side and then the other.
Soon all is covered with snow,
and more snow falls
and the wind presses against it,
and more snow falls,
and none ever melts,
and snow presses against snow,
and ice upon ice,
and a cold wind blows through the fence.

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