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Poetry of Issue #9        Page 10

MELTING ICE

Ice is melting
behind a thin sheet
on the face of layered rock,

The drops run behind the ice
in squiggles, like tadpoles
swimming downward

They leave the ice sheet
and roll along icicles
and hit the water runoff.

The sun is just right
after a freeze
to liquefy the water.

My wife and I stay,
watching the drops wriggle down
like living things.

  Thaddeus Rutkowski