Ice Storm

[Alan Sondheim]

Ice Storm


How beautiful and deadly thou art,
cycles of ice hanging like deadmen from trees
breaking the limbs, crashing down onto highway 80
onto highway 940, the bus turns around in shame
at loveliness and murder

How murderous thou art, deadly as well,
making old trees making way for new trees green growth
branched crashing on streets and super highways alike
turning vehicles around straight dead in their tracks
staring at loveliness and murder


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