Ice To Eyes To Ice
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She stood blinking,
Arms out like a crooked crucifix,
Dangling fingers, as if waiting for a ring.
Frozen flakes fell fat, and fatter,
From what was once scorched azure breath -
You'd think an eyelash could carry such burden,
Yet one Chantilly crystal proved dire ...
Lid, clamped and sealed with surety,
Fast-melting snow, a-mix with tear and trickling ...
No sooner had it reached her lip,
Than a gasp of sacred hopes, unspoken,
Scattered it to the bitter wind,
Turning it back to ice,
And a prayer ...
Copyright © Gregory R Barden | Year Posted 2019