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Ice Cubes I wondered if you’d have the patience to wait for the ice cubes to melt in time they will as you sat next to me head hanging down you swirled your cocktail glass the ice cubes crashed with one another and beads of sweat dripped from the rim all I could do was sit there shoulders back eyes fixed in the wall I’m sorry Did I give you too many ice cubes you asked for them Copyright Janet Kuypers. All rights reserved. No material may be reprinted without express permission.