Wrangell - St. Elias __ [english]
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Fabrizio Frosini
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All night
On the neural paths, have rushed - shiny -
The shapes of the world, yearning for
Scepters of mountains
And valleys and rivers of ice
And prairies and lakes and forests, endlessly.
Yet it would not be the lone musk ox or
Herds of bison wandering through the boundless
Northwest Territories,
Neither the plump geese lined up in a
'V' formation
High
In a porcelain sky
Overhanging the glaciers (less and less
Mighty, alas) of Wrangell - St. Elias,
To get you back to life..
(2013)
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