The sun is midway in the sky
the lake has not yet melted
but is beginning along its edges
A woman stands silhouetted
by the glare off the shiny ice
Any brighter and you could see her bones.
She’s holding a stick & pokes at the shell
of this sleeping white tortoise
It refuses to yield remains asleep
There are droplets melting from her
eyes let loose by winter’s end
a fire within puffs smoke from her mouth.
As if in sympathy a piece of this glacial beast crumbles
as she is pulled by impulse left foot right foot
origin of the species
leaves the lake’s shore
upright forward then gone.
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