The North Is Winter - Poem by Leslie Philibert
Ringing cold. Nameless stars.
A coastal trawler
With a ballast of dead souls
Shaken into the waves.
The night tugs at my sleeve
As a child would do.
Nameless cold. Ringing stars.
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