Melting Iced

Ice or Fire will end the earth--a Minute Poem

The drive where snow tracks lead to home--
to red car chrome.
I melt with ice,
sweet paradise.

The cooled wind fancy night to dream
claims but a beam.
Or then in fire
and flesh desire,

Will world's end come to pass this way . . .
a bright, calm day?
Or then in fear,
I'll lend an ear.