The Icicles

Every morning congratulate
the icicles on their severity.
I think they have courage, backbone,
their hard hearts will never give way.

Then around ten or halt past,
hearing the steady talling ot drops ot water
Ilook up at the eaves. I see

the enactment ot the same old winter story
- the icicles weeping away their inborn tears,
and it they only knew it, their identity.