Monday, April 6, 2015

Old Airport

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.

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