Electric North

Spotlights unwind magnetic skies and dance
across crystallized grasses.
Sounds of broken breath glaze the inside
of my nostrils—swirling and depositing
layers of tundra. Groans from winter lattice
shroud laden pines huddled in crumbling conversation.
Listen to the purple prairie morning crackle—when can I
get lost in you?

© SF Jones, 2014

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