water

the hare made a dare
i couldn’t survive winter.
but i did, so there.

under the hard ice.
water, bleeding like murder.
what lies underneath.

the snow dribbles wet
like an incontinent man.
like new year’s champagne.

the end is so near.
hangs on like an ugly scab.
not a union year.

air sharp as a knife.
cold as your last thoughts of me.
dry like wet vermouth.

the blue sky ocean
dotted with fluffy snowballs.
mirror the language.