Day 7: Ice Floe

Ice Floe
By Hannah Six

Tell me—how do
you decide
where to send the
love the day
serendipity dies?
Tell me—where do
you send the string-tied
parcel of freedom
and future and
fine old trees lining
the streets in the
once-small town where
you first kissed that
lioness of a girl
you'd loved since
she was five years old,
hands sticky
with jam
and the raw adobe
she learned to make
in a kindergarten history
class? Tell me—is it
enough for you
to sleep soundly while
sapphire water works its
way ever farther
into the hairline
fissures that now limn
the ice floe
of your dreams?

(c) 2017, by Hannah Six