we move a pondna pond that we trustnice, as thin as the airnwe wear our boots with tightly laced stringsnfrozen circle carving midnight skatingnjeremiah falls through the cracks,nin the middle where the ice does lacknwe see his lips they are trembling bluenbut hey why don't you save him?nwe see him flop we see him gasp for airnand sarah starts in after himnshe stumbles slow yeah drops to her knees,nbut hey who will save me?nit comes, it comes to springnfive months we haven't thought of himnits too much, it is too muchntoo much young eyesnand is it too much, is it too muchntoo much for your eyesnand well its too much for mine