Friday, March 18, 2011


Under the northern lights
I left grandmother
An icicle in the sun
Beating red through palms and eyelids
Growing the grass tickling my feet
Firm on this land of the sun
Whose broken shell a place for birds
Their yolk seeping into the land
Peacefully dreaming
Keeping my head while those about me
Lose theirs

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