intermittencies
the first ice has long come and gone.
still the river ruffles its way down-valley
and not all plants have put up the dormancy sign.
in-between times stretch on, and we pretend
everything is just as we wish it, not just as it is.
the second ice has come and gone; perhaps... snow tomorrow.
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