Peering out of his ice-encrusted window
by Donald Riggin

Peering out of his ice-encrusted window
(The ice is on the inside), the child’s attention
Focuses on ice crystals
Melting with every warm breath.

Once they’re gone they’re gone;
Water drips onto the bare wooden window casement,
Disappearing into the rotting wood.

Nothing lasts for long and
Nothing survives, except perhaps
False memories and broken promises.

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