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Friday, February 1, 2013

365 Poems: Black Ice

Day 32

Today's poetry prompt is courtesy of the Poets United web site:
Three letters. One small word.  Myriad meanings and applications. Could be intensely cold, like a stare or a glare or a nasty attitude, or simply the weather. Or maybe it just means something is covered with ice.
I'm pretty literal, and we happened to have an icy morning Thursday, so I slid into this:

Black Ice

January’s final morning: 
an ordinary commute is
filled with dark danger:
Once more we depart on
winter’s black journey. 

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