Flood levels

(a poem written ten years ago, about a different part of the world) Looking for dry ground,he quarters the fieldsbut the flood plain herecould swallow an armyand suck birds from the sky His unnatural boatcrawls from lane to laneobeying speed…

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Above it all

I see you theresouth of Iceland:the sky is clear  Red and orange beyond the horizoneat up the earth, but youare above it all heading homeout of the snow:beauty, not the beast And here we are, above it all too,flying toward…

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