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poem
April 11, 2008
Ice
Ice
and an igloo-
concealed man
in bearskin:
his aggression
hibernates.
No word
for a blanket
nor does a fire
burn
by his side.
He says nothing
to warrant
intrusion:
a pine tree alone
on a wintry plain;
the drip of an icicle.
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