the polar bear’s
fault
there were
black footprints
plunging
across the sky
and with a man’s face
that wasn’t mine
and the silence
so acute
it glittered
like silvery
gray barracuda
disturbing
the depths
Howie Good
there were
black footprints
plunging
across the sky
and with a man’s face
that wasn’t mine
and the silence
so acute
it glittered
like silvery
gray barracuda
disturbing
the depths
Howie Good