the ice floated across the river;
for a while it lingered
momentarily as if it was dreaming
in the middle of the desert swimming
through thousands and millions of grains
of white snow flakes waiting to melt in rain;
but, for now, it’s calmly glaring into the sky
counting its blessings, staring into the eye
of the sunset,
the inevitable end.
2.1.2022

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