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Barefoot on Thin Ice


Lips
Pouty lips
Remanded from
The wilds of Chicago
To the wilds of the north.
She is dying
Of silence
And order.
Nature rules
But she is ruled
By culture.
She thinks.
Someday she will sense
The subtle tilt of a deer's head
And seek out
The peace
And the silence.
 
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