She can drop the music
on ice—it won’t
break apart
the way she hopes her worry
stone strokes might. Cracks
visible on a surface
take time to register inside
her. Continuity
isn’t hers to give away.
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Night & Day Poems of Amy Nash 
A short but stong statement.
nice
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That’s a very good poem..
I loved the expression of “she can drop music on ice”
very good imagery
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