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November Jailbreak

Published: November 7, 2009

I stopped this morning to admire
A row of icicles in sun
And watched prismatic colors run
About them like a restless fire,
Where bars of silver, cold and bright,
Had caged a leaping flame of light.

But by this noon the spell was gone.
Only the gutter’s iron lip
And water’s rusty, measured drip
Gossiped of that imprisoned dawn
And hinted that tonight would make
Another jail for day to break.

The Saturday Evening Post, November 20, 1954

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  • Judie

    I’m always amazed at the way writers and poets see everyday objects but more amazed by how they describe them in words in such a beautiful way that lets us see them that way too.