Eric Magrane

 

You Wonder

You wonder, if ice were to sink

beneath its liquid, in what existence

would you find yourself.

You've asked this question before.

You ask the rain, you ask a single drop,

the sound is contagious, you feel its echo

move through your limbs,

move through your breast,

you feel it as you break off an icicle

and hold it in your hands,

smooth and slippery.

 

 

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everything doesn't have to be as perfect

as the apple tree in the yard

                             under waves it too

                             would wash away