Pawing across the ice in self-sameness, two dogs licked the melting lake
on which they stood. Someone may have called from the shore. Someone
may have thrown dynamite. The trotting feet quickened to reach the other
end. Horses fell through and froze beneath last winter, gallop suspended in
a taxidermied rage. Perked ears of dogs, horses shy from the boom. Not one
flirts with trapping. The feet are mouthed clean to ward off frostbite. Glue
of the lake, let pass these animals and keep me foundered here, stuck swift
to your surface. Melt me past the bones of the drowned ones and decay
me until next snow, when I’ll gaze once more at the feet passing overhead.
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