We took it through the nose.
There was a war across the ice.
Announced in the newspaper.
The abandoned airport's grassy gravel.
Joanne Nagazruk carrying Corine.
A lie posted in black and white.
All the way home piggy back.
Everything would turn out fine.
Was it Mom's insistence?
A blizzard starting up.
She said we needed to close our mouths.
We practiced cursive on chicken eggs.
Nora Jean Curtis on the cover of Three Dog Night.
The Arctic's inter-glacial dream melting anyway.
We made egg trees every year.
The TV channel showed their faces.