January 17, 2003
fiveminutepoem.2: black ice

why is it that the space between
places, the travelling time all sun
and water and ice this time, black
ice, there were ducklings sliding
along the shore, and one mom clucking,
why does that space hold all the truths,
why can you think only when
you're not there, or here?

Posted by Rebecca at January 17, 2003 09:36 AM in five-minute poems
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