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Connections: February 18.18

Of the dawn I asked

Do you burn with frost or fire?

Is this the scald

of ice or ire?

Are you flushed with fever

reflected pain

or with northern lights

of frigid disdain?

 

 

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Connections: February 17.18

Night light

haze and drift

shade and shadow

rise and shift

Stygian flow

through hollow space

hobgoblins of life

dance on my face.

 

Thanks yet again to the S.W. Berg Photo Archives.

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Connections: February 8.18

Memo to brain:

heed this sign

a walk becomes plod

hunched and bovine.

It behooves you to skip

stop dragging your feet

tap mental toes

to some irregular beat.

Indulge in some jigs

whirlies and prances

a writer fares ill

if her brain never dances.

(And maybe that is true for all of us.)

 

Thanks yet again to the S.W. Berg Photo Archives.

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