An Icicle Nonet

By: Carl “Papa” Palmer

Photo by Eva Elijas on Pexels.com

Icicles always fat at their tops
tapering down toward the ground,
time frozen in melted drops
from eaves around the town.
They drip in the day,
refreeze at night,
melt away,
out of

Categories: Poetry

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