since people are sending poems

["Bethany Keeley" <blk4 at calvin_edu>]

okay, one person did.  But here's one I wrote over the last two
days.  I'm not sure its been alive long enough to know if its
good or not.  I like to let them ferment, usually.

After the Ice Storm

It lines each branch
Making glittering intricate shapes
Like a blown glass forest
Life-size.

That ice that transformed those birches
Into magical crystal
Is heavy on their branches

Some of them break under the weight
With a magnificent crack
And exposed wood
Light brown and fresh like skin.

They fall on the glittering ground,
Those branches.
Splendid carnage
Even in this world of surreal beauty.

-Bethany Keeley
2003


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