North
a puzzle of rivers and ice
a dead fish dances under a witches` dress
birthless you are an ancient fir
forever you are salt and water
and all your sinewed ships are now string
and cloth and wood and burns
and all the songs of ice fail
the door is now open for a moment
pull to the higher ground, free of snow
Copyright © Leslie Philibert | Year Posted 2014
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