Alek Lenth

Freshman - 703 Points (12/12/87 / El Paso)

Aprice - Poem by Alek Lenth

'...qu'une terre polaire'

The frost wears the sun
Which slides further each day,
Its eyes heavy with ice.

The apex winds a gentler and gentler hill

Until one rising
Wet and slippery
The star missteps
And plummets the earth
Into white crystal
And clear string.

All the glass darkened
Looks cold and shivers

Beneath them is still warmth


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Poem Submitted: Saturday, December 31, 2011

Poem Edited: Sunday, January 29, 2012


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