Icicles

Icicles

You’re growing like stalactites from my gutter
Fed by drips to the tips that sputter
Spittle from the rooftops
As melted snow becomes drops.

Each day you’re growing longer
And I debate if I should make you
Come down before you’re stronger
But I don’t want to break you.

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