this is not going anywhere

out of the still frozen grounds
a young blade periscoped
embraced by the sun
the lonely blade whirled
as the sun took leave
promising to meet again
darkness descended
punctuated by the peek
of moonlight
it got chilly
and the blade shivered
too young to wonder
about injustice, man or animal
when the sun smiled next day
the blade danced again
with warmth and saw
another blade surfacing

today in the september morn
i looked at that spot intently
could not find that blade