Antarctica
A poem
Published in
Jan 8, 2021
Close your eyes
And read to me
So my mind may see
Behind a blank lucidity of
A thousand stares, that you’re
Not really there.
Here we come to
Sunday morn, my
Antarctica, staring off
Close your eyes
And read to me
So my mind may see
Behind a blank lucidity of
A thousand stares, that you’re
Not really there.
Here we come to
Sunday morn, my
Antarctica, staring off
Traveler, lecturer, poet, and Belgian waffle lover constantly juggling life’s adventures