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Sarah Key
Poems
Dec 2018
Voices of the Arctic Siesta
Smell the snow in a forest so quiet something seems wrong with your hearing.
Your forehead carries the permanent imprint of your headlamp.
Indirect light colors the sky, mountains blue, ocean blue, sky orange and yellow, night stripes of green.
Above the number of stars is beyond understanding.
Green lights roll over mountains and hit you in the head.
No one will see dust on your floor.
The full moon makes a movie-set feel bright enough to read by.
What darkness can do, make your mood dive.
Three moose and two eagles join your dayless days.
Children run around playing in the dark.
Build a snowcave, fill it with candlelight, everything just stops.
Life doesnβt stop.
Sounds of frost biting the corners, ice singing.
Footsteps on snow reflect smallest glimmers of light.
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Sarah Key
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