Monday, April 2, 2012
We meet at the end of the alphabet
Toes tilted East and West
Then heads thrusts North, compass
arms turning to the magnetic poles
In this adventure, we sight land.
and fall together, now spoons, bent
into each other, your breath to polish
the silver, cunning linguists*.
*Giggle and sigh and look out for rough waters.
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