The water is still
Too cold to stick
My toes in,
Bits of melting ice
Floating on
The surface
Like dead fish,
A few brown leaves
From last autumn
Mixed in near the shore,
The cove with masts
Of ships sticking up
Like sticks
From where the superstorm
Sank them, and nobody
Expects to revive,
And if I stretch out
Far enough to look back
At the city that rises
From these shores,
I can almost see
The window behind which
She once worked,
All now as vague as fog
The cool water of this river
Creates and through which
I must walk,
A blurred vision
Inside and out,
My life as shattered
As the pieces of
The melting ice,
I am all in pieces inside,
And like Humpty Dumpty
I have no kings army
Or their horses
To reassemble
What I was,
The shards pricking
My fingers, my heart, my soul,
When I try, unable to
Look up at that window
Where she used to reside
Scared I might see her
And she sees me
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