Holidays

Someday the river will find me; solid walls of water
And I'll gestate in white under layers of ice
In the first of the year I was born
Almond-colored and warm
Under blue waves and what little good it's done

So if I return my body to the running black
Dark and cool and sudden
Will it be me?
Will I see me?

And at Holidays I remember they asked me how I was
And at Holidays I will wonder 'How much longer?'
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