Ice Chimes

Ever notice?

Wind chimes

beneath the eaves

resemble icicles

on this winter

day. In a burst

of enthusiasm, you

know, artistic fervor

and all that I went

and took a whack

at the icicles,

thinking they might

yield a version

of aeolian harp,

albeit frozen and

sound like

wind chimes.

Just my luck.

They merely shattered.

Curses, foiled again.

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