This entry is part 27 of 91 in the series Toward Noon: 3verses


A few degrees above freezing,
and already the first gnats
have come back to life.

Insects have mastered
the most immaculate lifelessness,
deader than any corpse:

even ice
with its many knives
never gets a chance to grow.

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