Four poems written one after another
from 12.02 a.m. to 12.18 a.m. on January 1, 2003. For Rukawa Kaede because
it's his birthday. And for myself, because I haven't been writing poetry
in more than a month.
Disclaimer: Uh, what for?
Ice
aloof, cold, arrogant.
stand apart from the crowd.
unblinking, unfazed, unfeeling --
or so it seems.
this is Ice as we know it.
cold to the touch -- supposedly.
cold to the heart -- actually.
doesn't matter if Ice breaks,
because it is unbreakable.
supposedly.