Michipicoten Island

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Photo credit: Scott Cain

In night I curl up As an island in north waters Owning quiet And all that is cold Alone in the water The snow my blanket Hidden beneath grey clouds A world unknown But storms so fearsome and wicked The fire of a hearths desire Confine to a cabin within All that is wind and wave And yearning for a tunnel out Are beyond that implausible beach To Walk lopsided in my soul Within whispering pines And infinite horizons

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