Living an Alaskan wilderness
dream, a glacier easing into
a new niche. Whatever was
gnawing and restrained
has been pacified in an opium-
like tranquility untroubled
by dreams.
Are there Northern Lights
reverberating like silent echoes,
casting forth undulating specters?
You'll never come back,
why should you?
California dreams are supposed to be
warmer. But 100 miles from the Pacific
nells "stasis" like a bell
rung in mourning for adventures
pretended and tides recoil
from miles of flat land dotted
by apartments and cracked
sidewalks. But not you. You
walked right into a Northern Light
and found what you weren't
looking for.
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