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Returning to Bed


I lay my body into the warm place
that is the map of my continent.
The icy sea laps the cliffs of my body,
unprotected by hot sand or warm shoals.
Should the peninsula of my legs and feet drift south to the Pole,
it will still be winter there.

Returning to Bed


I lay my body into the warm place
that is the map of my continent.
The icy sea laps the cliffs of my body,
unprotected by hot sand or warm shoals.
Should the peninsula of my legs and feet drift south to the Pole,
it will still be winter there.

Caroline Feiss, 70

Seattle / Denver, CO

 
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