Across a frozen pond your figure
in shadow, black
and featureless
A stand of fir as backdrop
for protection
though you were unaware
And, so still— as if
you’d dropped down
from masses of clouds
to assess
or perhaps see me one last time.
Susan Isla Tepper is a twenty years published writer in all genres. Her current project is an Off-Broadway Play on the subject of art and life.
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