Issue 12 | Winter 2013

The Coming Thaw

The canal ice is littered
with stones boys have thrown
trying to break through the thickness.
When the thaw comes, the sudden warmth
will call the boys out in T-shirts
to play ball or turn their heads
for the first time toward a passing girl,
and the frozen-tight world will unfasten,
the forgotten stones dropping,
first the heaviest,
splashless toward the bottom.


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