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Thursday, Feb. 7, 2013 05:56 pm

strange sight poem #1

our river flooded and froze
when the water receded the
kids and I winter-hiked in
the sangamon bottomland
each tree, thick and ancient
to sapling slim, was circled
about waist high with a white
ice tutu a vast corps de ballet
sleeping beauties stilled by a
cold enchantress or perhaps
waiting for the cue of swan lake

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