January 12, 2019 / Jeff's Writing

“By The Hudson” – a short thought

I was by the Hudson,
near the submarine museum.
The Hudson had frozen
clear through to the bottom,
coldest winter on record.

Only part of this is true.
The winter was that cold.
But there was water flowing under the ice.
Just a little. Nearly impossible to see.

Hearts are similar;
No heart freezes
all the way through.

(This poem is a lie. I don’t know if I knew that when I wrote it. I don’t know if I would have changed it, if I had.)

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