Sunday, March 24, 2013

Sunday Scribbles - Aurora Borealis

What good is winsome weighed against
a willowy waif
at home in wellies?
How faux the glow of neon against the Northern Lights

All my acerbic humor,
my American-ness was small against
the tall of trees;
the long legs of Britain
No story could stake at the heart
like an environmentalist poem

Because no one had ever taught me the stars--
Because they can't be seen
from my corner of the world
I'd never see them in his eyes
or his eyes
but only in the glow of an iphone
as I tried to learn.

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