Will you stroll with me through my glazed world? 
See how steadfast they are, these quiet trees. 
Let’s take this path… 
Careful here… A droplet could fall down your hair and under your scarf and trickle down your spine… 
Something’s waiting for us around the corner… 
A fallen tree. Weary with glaze, this tree snapped… 
Come close… See the suffering of broken wood. 
This tree is safe. For now. 
Hold your hand and feel the droplets burning your palm. 
See, everything is glazed. 
You sit first on the leaning side. 
Icier than a snowflake, isn’t it? 
And this winter deer grazes snow… 
Sterner than your father. Let us go on. 
Strange wedding bands, but what can you expect when metal marries ice? 
These fruits could melt in your mouth… 
A stranger fruit: which half do you want? 
This about sums up my feelings for you. 
Back on the other side of the glazed window the room is warm. Let’s put the kettle on the stove now…
Glazed Stroll
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