Thaw
Having melted the snow above it, a black stone glistens in its pit.
All thaws seem abrupt. Lichens slicked with meltwater glow a lurid green.
I’m feverish—might I, too, burn a hole clear through to spring?
Dave Bonta
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Having melted the snow above it, a black stone glistens in its pit.
All thaws seem abrupt. Lichens slicked with meltwater glow a lurid green.
I’m feverish—might I, too, burn a hole clear through to spring?