Parries The Ice

A poem cures nothing, it lifts in air
a leaden thing that is still leaden thing
as it floats in the air as puffs of air
so what is the point of such levitation?

a rainbow in air is a trick of light
whose hoop, pace Noah, does not mitigate
deluge, yet, knowing this, our hearts do leap;
we do not look away until it fades

even so a poem, an arrow shot
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