I dreamed all the oceans were frozen, (beautifully,)
that I led a party of children out onto the ice.

Some of the waves were still intact, caught roiling.
And the ice was foggy in its distilled, flat places
but the children pointed out creatures here & there,
visible & like paintings. And water began
to come up & down out of my eyes.

We took out our sharp equipments
& started to go to work on the ice, sad to disturb

we had a lab back there in the white dunes
to fill with thawing animals.

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--luke buckham