From halfway down the crumbling riverbank,
an exposed root lunged through the edge
of knee-deep ice and held the crystallized body
like an arm around a waist. Inside the ice, a leaf
was pressed tight as lips surrounded by an unnamable
urge. Branches scattered blue hints on the surface,
but covered them in brown before they could
be understood. The current-whittled root disappeared, pulled away by a yellow promise, one that eddies
around roots and thaws to the bottom when the earth tilts.
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