senryu
after the car
I roll myself out
like a lovely new stretch of tar
1281
crossing the circle
grey stone tops
make monument
everywhere south to this
come on four wheels
toy houses of an ancient age
rock ridges dotted
cloud barely makes it over the mountains
no one will grow here
everyone builds his her own cairn
we are all arctic explorers
reindeer burgers and stew
little clouds of ice
plastic troll keyrings
cheaper for three
everything ticked off the list
came with carbon
in walls of stone
where ice stood fogged
somewhere bears
must hopscotch the melt
on to a northwest passage
soon full of tankers and wells
seasons of sunshine
the crocodiles come
clouds are brave and climb
these here are the mountains
out of the story
still there are forests to come
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