I Wonder Where Your Latitude Is Tonight Poem by Hans Ostrom

I Wonder Where Your Latitude Is Tonight



I'm going in another direction.
But I might see you when
the Earth turns around.

The blood on my hands
(not mine by the way)
turned into foaming rainbows.

I'm now riding through the 'sky':
it is so mild. And I wonder what
your latitude is tonight.




hans ostrom 2014

Saturday, July 8, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: blood,flying
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