Saturday, February 18, 2017

IMPROVISATION#299
ICE FISHING

Ice fishing by the river
as leaves and twigs
fall from the branches
of the trees
into the Maine wind
out on the rocks
as the water drops
into a mood of reflections
from the market basket
in a lacerating surprise
at the late February air
absorbing us there
on an island of solitude.

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