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in the north ...

Posted to Action Poetry




...we work our icebox day in day out season in season out. sometimes we find code rings down at the shore before the winter comes. the rings come right into our rooms on the fingers of those we love who ask us do you remember where this came from? we close our eyes & search there in the darkness we have brought upon ourselves for the answer that means something or if anything remains of an answer we once knew the question to.