There is no “there” there:
Collusion’s comic relief
for Saturday Nite
"You must believe: A poem is a holy thing_a good poem that is." Theodore Roethke
One, last, drop of ice
slips the fingertips of roof
falls to nothingness.
Frozen Tanka
One, last, hushed, droplet…
Surrenders its final breath,
Ice crystals melted…
Mutterings of winged things
Push pale winter into spring.