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Alaska


06.15.17 Posted in today's words by

Thomas Locicero’s most recent poem to appear here was “On Lagos Lagoon” (May 2017)

Alaska
after Theodore Roethke
By Thomas Locicero

As the world pulls me west,
I feel I’m leaving Earth;
Each mooring, quay, and berth
Now day while I am night,
Though destined not to rest
On linen or on lace
But ‘neath the spire trees
And in the northern mist.
Never has my sight
Engaged in such a place.
It cuts me to my knees,
Instructs me how to feel,
Then through the fog, a curve
That introduces steel
Designed to steal each nerve
And dare your fist to swing.
The sky is dull, yet bright
And sinks not in ravines
But still sustains a light
And chooses not to pass.
It introduces pain
Through incidental rain,
Each drop a glint of glass
A jagged winter’s stone,
Its wind a playful shove
This sunlit summer night
That confiscates your love.



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