In the far north light is different. It has attitude.
denim dawnlight
something decidedly blue
about the pre-dawn
strolling down the street
sniffing flowers in other people's gardens
checking your mail box
for a first-hand peek at the sports section
something denim and slouching
cool no matter how you look at it
will still greet the nextdoor tom
and the hedgehog
something level and leaning
like the streak of a pinprick meteorite
axial tilt bringing white nights
and cool mornings
in blue jeans
Poetry by Katarina Wikholm
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Written on 2012-05-29 at 03:39
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