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Icicle
Sunwind quires up his lean body
Of hard frosted water,
Smoothing a glaze,
Oiling his skin like a beachbather.
He cluthces the sunburned roof
With damp fingertips
As perspiration tickles his feet
And drips off of this pointed toes.
Betsy Malkus
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