Tuesday, 5 January 2010


Orange light glowing in embers on the tundra
Swans sit brooding
Geese pad tentatively
And the school kids and grandmas marvel at the expanse
Watching their breath and skidding shards across its opaque surface
The embers pulse with the gaps of the dying day
It’s a slow painless demise
Holding promise of narcotic blissful slipping
And guiltless solitary completion
Leaving half a world of heirs the ultimate estate

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