Cara

The line between the outside and this room
A salamander scuttles across the quiet
into early blooming. Then, the inevitable blizzard
Snow haze gleams like sand.
By the design of our own silent eyes
then takes a step back, to be safe as she reaches.
Archangel Winter, darkness on his back
XII. The Mystery of the Missing Ships: The Franklin Search
In realms of dingy gloom and deep crevasse
Of Boyg of Normandy . . .
And still my mind goes groping in the mud to bring
Bronze the sky, with no
That desire has ever built, have approached
Of a far barn, just where the road curves sharply
for a few weeks, statistics won't seem
into early blooming. Then, the inevitable blizzard
Centimeters-that the height of the canvas
Would their world not remain comfortably
The surge of swirling wind defines