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Board Administrator Username: mjm Post Number: 4313 Registered: 11-1998 |
Honorable Mention Ice Skater Lauriette (Laurie Byro) In January, I skated the pond and thought about drowning— breaking the ice to lies swimming beneath. A slender sapling slapped my face with a green fan, snow rouging my cheeks, and startled me. I was angry, ashamed, and rooted. In awe of a tree on the edge of my pond. There was no betrayal. She hadn’t told my secrets, nor had the moon. That whore, more than once indiscreet. For who could have whispered the place we were to meet? When it started to snow ice drifting to flowers, guards blocking the path by the shivering firs. I hurried so as not to turn to ice. For each snowflake knows right where to fall just in time for our melting lips on lips |
