Poem: Leaf In Ice

 

Leaf In Ice

 

miniature mammoth,

gashed by a small, giant wound,

 this leaf in ice

archived in a place 

where hurt and predators

don’t matter.

 

it would take an axe

to chop the false fossil out,

to disprove the legend

of its adamantine cocoon.

 

it would take a sledge hammer 

for me to remember

that the glaze of January is just a mirror

in which whimisical people, such as myself,

choose to see impossible creatures,

fey folklores  

in decayed foliage or forlorn bits of trash.

no, they are not treasures,

clasped by January ice, these ghosts.

none of them will find their way home.

 

April, though, will unleash it all,

liquefy whatever anchor, or genie bottle,

some human eye chose to fancy:

 ‘a mammoth in a leaf!’

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11/16/25 ..

1/28/24

"There are times when dreams sustain us more than facts"