Letters from the Pacific Rim
I scalp people with a steel pen and use their blood as ink.
Sunday, November 7, 2010
northern haiku
I dreamt of you in
Anchorage. Your spirit flew
far to laugh and smile
I knew your beauty
once more in snows. Return now
to light, little bird
Copyright 2010
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