The North Cape Poem by Leslie Philibert
The North Cape
a wind of old nails
broken stones
the sky a guilt of rain
all these stunted trees
grasp over wet moss
seagulls are unborn children
that cry over the tundra
this is the end of a measured world
this is the e nd ofa mea sured wor ld
Monday, July 11, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: nature
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the last line is so written with intent!
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