listening to icicles
they giggle softly
dripdripdrip
drop
drap
rods of burning cold
tensing their muscles
to break free of the shingles
crackackackackackle
they blind with the light
of a reflected winter sun
and mirror the calm
of soothing soft snow
blipblipblip
blop
blup
slowly melting now
making waves of ice
beneath them
to be suspended from
the sky the snow
anything but the roof
buckleuckleuckleuckleuckle
. . .
floating among the snowflakes
little brothers of ice
the ground beneath
comes near
the icicles reach
trying to embrace
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