ICICYLE; CINDER

ICICLE; CINDER

icicyle;
cinder

am looking out
of the window
waiting
for my next class

the rain falling
no snow
no ash

nothing flash-
freeze
nothing volcanic

yes, Mr Frost:
ice might suffice

or rain might drown us
after a thousand
days
and nights

rain
from above
and rising sea

before I do drown
promise to give
your poem
a final read