Jan 052009
An icicle bigger than a wine bottle
Struggled with gravity, outside a grubby
Fifth floor window overlooking
A Sunday building site, wet wood and
Cement smells mixing with a soft
Drizzle of watery snow. A defiant
Ice-blue paradox smoothed and
Shaped by relentless steppe-wind.
On the other side of the window
A warm glow came from the sofa.
