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Ice
by Bernie McCann
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  It is a condition of balance in darkness
she hopes that she is born anew
as she pivots into a pirouette
like a child's whirling top
fading tension in the ball of her heel

'til down she bows to the boys watching
she feeds the center square like Christmas
all warmth and glow with grace as delicate
as a ballet dancer there.

They are silly boys, she thinks
in search of magic and a mermaid's tale
as if every girl is about a boy
and words woven in lavender
would fall like kisses from her lips
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August 20, 2006
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