That Year the Great River Froze Twice, Thrust Its Bright Breakup over High Banks

We walked around them
these giants shards like shattered Baccarat
It looked like structure      it couldn’t talk
It did      talk and talk      never explain
how the river could push these out
from its body     things of its own making
It was all ice          alive from the inside
The light trying to talk
It was also the time of the great plague
When the young died without knowing how
My life was a blank movie screen
I was sitting         waiting alone
We didn’t know how to explain any of this
So we made a quilt the size of a city
People would hold red threads    in their mouths
They worked        redefine work
Great pleasure was still everywhere
Even the darkness dipped into it    from time to time
To refresh itself

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