Poetry

Centered

by Ann Horn in the January 27, 2004 issue

Shining
an icicle
looses water
from a
corner of
the garage,

hallowing
puddled snow
below. A

sparrow
plunges in,
cold-showers
utterly
idle
starlings—

paying no
mind to wind's
raw gusts.

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