North
Numerals in snow or are these people? Rubbed out pencil lines, a sketched city. Tromsø’s Arctic breath. * Through a spattered window the foghorn throat-sings.  Seal ships come in clean.  * In the ice yard  breakers bob between cut-out ships. I place origami swans among them.
@maxrobertwallis

North

Numerals in snow or are these people?
Rubbed out pencil lines, a sketched city.
Tromsø’s Arctic breath.

*

Through a spattered window
the foghorn throat-sings.
Seal ships come in clean.

*

In the ice yard
breakers bob between cut-out ships.
I place origami swans among them.

@maxrobertwallis

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