Saturday, July 13, 2019

Untitled (13 July 2019)

too many blues to name,
turquoise waters and seafoam same,
crystal clarity of ice afloat,
low-hang clouds drifting about,

and green of the lichen
and sparse stubby trees,
precariously clinging
where life isn't eas',

and the foreboding faces
of stone shaded greys
entrapping and catching
cotton in their wake,

and the rare heartbeat
struggling to get by
as the bergs calve
and we warm up the sky.

--
Tracy Arm, AK

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