Will Vigar

a writer of sorts

ursus maritimus

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Her head low

and eyes

fixed on mine.

Loping from floe

 

to sea to dolerite

schist; crackling

on the lime

rich shore;

 

following stale

musk. Per shakes

my shoulder

and readies his

Ruger. ‘We should

leave’ he says

and I become

aware that we

 

are being

hunted…

 

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This entry was posted on December 9, 2017 by in Poem, poem of the day, Poetry, Will Vigar and tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , .

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