Friday, January 31, 2014

Further and Further

Morning is smudged
with all this melting
of briny sludge into
the blue function of winter,
an agreed upon standard
for the naming of time.
I shall remind myself
to head south next year
where the pulse of the weather
beats a warm thrum well into October.
In the meantime: I'll shiver my
timbers in salt-kissed boots; the
white rings around the vamp
are dedicated to that
blank look people get
in this hemisphere
in darkest January. My peeps.

1 Comments:

Anonymous Vico said...

northerly greetings to you in the land of inspired salt boots...
xo

10:48 PM  

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