The IcicIe Games
by Christy Weisiger
Icicles raced
down bare branches
in crystal sneakers.
When they reached
their marks
on the bark,
they dropped--
suspended--
and held a solid chin up
through the night.
Growing light
and building heat
depleted
those dangling
athletes
until,
one
by
one,
dripping
with sweat,
they released
their grips
and plummeted
to the snowy ground,
shattering PR’s.
Good-bye for now to shiny, dripping, falling icicles! Happy Wednesday!