-
an icicle broke off from
the gutter of my porch,
stabbing my hydrangea
bush right in the heart.
i could reprimand the
shattered remains of an
icy spear,
and then bandage the
wound with a layer
of snow–
yet it occurs to me to maybe
quarter an apple with a
Swiss Army knife,
this pooling of thoughts like
pale blood seeping out of a
painfully frozen morning—
turning me white like
heavy frost over
so many early roses...
s jones
2021
.
Feb 7, 2021
Feb 7, 2021 at 8:03 AM UTC
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an icicle broke off from
the gutter of my porch,
stabbing my hydrangea
bush right in the heart.
i could reprimand the
shattered remains of an
icy spear,
and then bandage the
wound with a layer
of snow–
yet it occurs to me to maybe
quarter an apple with a
Swiss Army knife,
this pooling of thoughts like
pale blood seeping out of a
painfully frozen morning—
turning me white like
heavy frost over
so many early roses...
s jones
2021
.
