Afternoon Poem #2, February 16, 2021

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The ice sheet hovers atop the lawn

Pierced here and there only by those spikes of grass

That survived October’s last cutting

A thin, translucent membrane, never seen before

The roof for some tiny night world that will thrive and disappear

Like the rest of them

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