3/15/11 The geometric freeze of a late winter night
It comes out all angles and knives and shards and flakes. Flagstones of ice in angles on the puddles from yesterday's melt. Encasing plastic bags, papers, the curb, a bus-stop gutter. The kind of ice that's so gratifying to crush with your shoes, gingerly, to avoid getting them wet. Spring almost here, night freezes almost gone.