And the Sound of the Wind on a Pond with No One in It

Two of the four young men
(See how well we can count?)
Strip to their shorts and plunge

In the pond that was ice
Just last week. A few folks
(And now we’ve fudged the count)

Watch from the mud and stone
Slope of the shore that was
Snow and ice just last week.

As is the rule with these
Things (with no name for them),
There are laughs, whoops, and shouts.

It’s key to yell when you
Lunge through the ice-cold waves.
That’s the fun. That’s the point.

Then you dry off and leave
With your friends and your kin.
Leave the pond to the wind.