Ice Surrounds my Car
Left by a winter storm
thick enough to block the light
and resist the plastic scraper
I smash the blunt handle
down on the windshield
hard enough to leave a crater
like a bullet hole
The ice which seemed so strong
was melting from above and below
fragile as tyrant’s lace
After the first flaw
it comes off in sheets
like opening a zipper
A shard cuts the meat of my palm
not so much pain as surprise
and with dismay I realize
It will be our blood
that melts the ice.
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