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Barefoot on Thin Ice


Back to the Lake
We came back to the Lake today
Hand-in-hand
Glowing
Over our conquest.
Mom was a terrorist
But now we are one and whole.
She spanked us
But diapered us
And fed us
And laughed when she shook a finger.
We think we understand .
Summer to Winter to Summer
And the clouds are sentient.
We seek their form
In rational terms
While they look down
And giggle.
Stuck in Spring
We hold eyes
Crazy but
Hungry for the moment
That owns us
And must not end .
 
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