Monday, December 3, 2012

Yet To Make It To Kotzebue

Once I cast my mind's eye
toward Kotzebue,
to the Island of Saint Paul.

The sound of
Siberian Yupi'k spoken,
the smell of seal oil,
the taste of dry fish.

A sky that went on
over my strong body
through my young man's

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