Thursday, January 8, 2015

Daybreak at Lake Marion in the Tetons, whose forming ice spoke like a flock of sandpipers in the night

Morning in Alaska Basin breaks
in moonlight, before night is through.
Sun glows on cliff bands snowy
topped with an icicle of purple
grey cloud.  I flicked a mouse
surveying in the night with the back
of my fingers.  Night fell, tossing
and turning, all mind's stories empty.

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