there was no one else to hear me
I was dressed like an Eskino
or like I imagine an Eskimo dresses
except I had no weapons out there on the snow
far to my right, ice and snow climbed into the sky
far to my left, the ocean heaved, passionate as ever
to destroy whatever hemmed her in, ice and snow here
instead of rocks and sand, I wore snowshoes
and kept walking north looking for the reading
I would have asked for any of the hosts I know
if I had found anyone to ask
or anyone to tell, “it’s cold”
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