Dreaming of ice
Covered windshields
Steep hills
Waters rushing in an
Icy flood
Driving blind
The dull blade moves
Slowly in it’s hidden
Place
A tiny grain of
Sand that didn’t grow
Into a pearl
But turned instead
Into a rusted
Shard a dull edged bit
Of pitted glass
No beauty here
Just grit and ash
And
Why not let
Those rising waters
That deep wound
Bleed
Why
The desperate scramble
Sliding slipping falling
What if
Instead I choose
And close my eyes
Accelerate down that icy
Road
Exploding
Into brilliant shards
Of light and icy stars.
~Shirley Twofeathers, 9/11/2020
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