
This morning
the ice groaned,
breaking up
in the pre-spring sun.
Sounded like
blue whale
cries.
The last whisper
of winter
booming out
giving way to the trumpet of spring.
In one language.
The same language
so clear------
open water
the blue whale shouts
for open water.
A breath
at last,
in anyone's language.
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1 comment:
heart breaking.
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