Ice Out
The ice turns black with
Broken crystals
Web like cracks spider
Across the fragile
Dark surface.
Shrinking
From the
Shoreline.
The sulfur smell of stained water.
Churning through the
Black
Thick bottom.
Disturbing
What lies
beneath
Shimmering like
broken glass.
Dissolving overnight in
a silent
April zephyr.
Gathering by the water,
putting in
the dock.
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