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an early poem about ice (quite a lot of it in the UK!)

…clinks in glasses

chilling the lips

unless a sudden contact

is avoided.

 

…is frigidity –

a grain of water

gleaned by the sun

is preferable.

 

…lingers slowly

dissipating.

Give me streams

as quick as bullets.

 

…chills a

red Dubonnet

till the wine

upends the sun’s intensity.

 …sways

every eye

towards the skater’s

own uncalculated mastery.

 

…partners

the gritty frost

that folds the pebbles

in a skein of light.

 Ice is the groin’s negation.

Ice is the temperance of nations.

 

Published in OUTPOSTS PUBLICATIONS 1974 (NO LEEWAY)

 

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