Monday, April 2, 2012

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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.