This poem is taken from Stand 235, 20(3) September - November 2022.

Kerrin P. Sharpe The Imitation of Ice
Whenever the old music box plays
Three children skate on a pond. It’s dusk
So it’s always dinner time and the houses
Are lit. The doors don’t open, so no father
Or mother calls their child to dinner.
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