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Ice Trees by Jan Jones
Faint tracery of ice trees against the sky
like a ghost memory of how life used to be
before all this
before all the all this
Sunlight thaws the fairytale
brings winter-stark reality
another day of doing the next thing
then the next
then the next
then the next
Yet still sometimes when I look up
I see the feathery traces etched on my mind
cobweb-tenacious
wanting to whisper of hope
