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Icicle(s)

Winter's pen, writing
only ".".
Little stabs might,
in perpetual winter,
have an effect in erosion,
but the season's ellipsis
. . . . .
still means nothing.
The poem, written in water,
is soon shouted down
by Spring's song -
golden trumpets and blue bells.
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