THE PRICE OF ICE

The price of ice
is a cup of water,

a splash and a puddle
on a checkerboard floor

somewhere between here and there,
between the action and the thought,
lost in poetry.

The price of ice
is a hot sun on a winter window

melting the heart of regret
hiding in a chest of drawers
in some forgotten bedroom
that may or may not have been.

Just as I may or may not be,
or you may or may not be,
or any of us pebbles on the shore
may or may not be

clattering in the moon-mad tide.

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