The ice floes glide swiftly
with thoughts of allegiance
and truth.

These thoughts come later
the ice having gained the falls
in the cold sun
out of sight.

But who are you, after all?
Salty fish still on the tongue
the taste of truth and mystery
returning with thoughts of ice
and allegiance.

 

– Vermont, (1.25.18)

 

 

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