poem: re.


re. By Claire M. Peeters, 03/2016   Undertheice of the arctic sea is a place (unspoken thoughts & cataclysmic calm)   Tourists in boats pass overhead, but they always leave prettyfast.   Quiet is all they said. We don’t see much here.   They can feel safe, in their parkas and faded barges. They are …

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