I wrote “icicle at sundown” from a immediate at our Neighborhood Write-In on the Snow Moon. Upon listening to all of the creations, I used to be struck by the inherent impermanence of an icicle. Right this moment, as I used to be cleansing up my desk, I virtually recycled this piece. However one thing held me again, and now I share it with you.
at sundown
golden mild spilling
by way of
cool
rivulets
shifting
away
from
of you
our final time
the final
however there’s nothing to carry on to
right here
and suck chilly liquid
at first
disappears
