A Seam in the Sky by Raymond A. Foss
Looking upward, memories looking down, below my feet outward, beyond my vision a seam in the cold December sky cut, white, ivory, in the darkening clouds an echo, a memory fissured cracks in a Minnesota lake thirty-seven years ago Tendrils to the seam, like fingers of frost feathering the edges, the light seeping coming through the moving line reaching beyond my vision driving north under glowering skies
December 4, 2008
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