The Topiary Park

Brittney Menefee

Our pond is frozen,
but I go there anyways,
and sometimes
hope to run into you.

The ducks are gone,
and I think the fish may be dead.
I wonder if you know that.

Today I stepped onto the ice,
and I watched the tiny fracture spread.
It reminded me of your green, leather, couch,
its insides bubbling out from underneath.
It reminded me of myself,
so I decided to think about something else

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