white bear


should I lapse and fall to  dreaming
of a day when we were close
wait gleaming there
I’ll get my little boat of skin
and arrow all about again

watching  you hang
some frozen sighs

then finally waking  when you  bawl
your always brief and sweet lament
for brother seal and winter spent

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