A river that never thaws.

Lights above strange towns with Strange notions 

I’ve seen this place in a book once drawn out 

the river hopes it never thaws out 

stories traced to graces on the riverbank

ice skating and Wooden hooped rings.
She always had a Angle to level playing fields. 

The chronological order of a history of hats 

the empty ink wells that wrote a thousand lines 

the olive trees the deserted rusting pumps 

of a sculptures eyes.

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