by John Arnold
The ice giants
ponder a blue silence, deep
in the chasm of night.
So ancient, so distant
they have lost all concept
of youth and vitality.
Uranus,
a bland bice pearl,
a lifeless cataract
Neptune - clear cerulean,
a few regretful tears long since
frozen into wisps of cloud.
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