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"Breathe-in experience, breathe-out Poetry" Muriel Rukeyser
Sunday, November 30, 2014
Thin Ice
There I am
unaware
the ice is thin
I have cold feet
but that's not
anything new
No sign of cracks
no warning boom
I stand alone
watching
waiting
for the inevitable
falling
into frigid water
fortunately
I have webbed feet
I know how to swim
"ellecee"
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