Day 51

[52]

the air all sun and ice
all the warmth there is

shine in the constellations
of my family’s eyes

Day 52

a bit of a thaw
uncovers the wasteland

we construct, call
a civilization


Day 53


Yeorgi, are the plans finished?

selah


Day 54

the river will tell
said the old captain
what it needs when

Day 55

one with the mud roll back, old clay
into the river

birth us
a brand new world