So the road welcomed the ice. And the ice lay down.Water the bulk of everyblood cell already. Solidarity, sister!                                                                  When spring comeswe take notice afterwinter’s long fierce sloppy drives through winter.Spring is a forgiveness,a forgetfulness. That old saw—60 percent of us soakedor drunk silly with water?                                                I mean, water!friend for life.At a phone in a public booth […]

Original source: https://www.nybooks.com/articles/2023/02/09/ice-marianne-boruch/