Long Goodbye
The ice retreated from the north /
out of season / feet first /
drowning islands / continents
sinking lives / livihoods.
There is no link.
Towns underneath ice rivers /
screaming in fear /
Rewriting the past / melting the future.
saying goodbye to our lives
burying everything into the waves/
after we left.
@ Shepley Bridge - 2025
Sunday 17th August 2025 2:09 pm
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