going out to Adot today
pack on my black, woolen sheath
and lace my leather boots deep
I almost forget my iPad on the bed

Arna pours my coffee high and wide.
her head is shaved on one side
she runs her fingers through her blond hair
I can't help but to stop and stare

up ahead is the Viking boat
it once sliced through the sea
every time I take in its dragonhead,
red demon eyes look at me

out at Adot, the cliffs closing in
moss looks like one wet tea leaf
stark, black pines like
cut out construction paper

I meet head on with sculptures
of even bigger ice that challenge me
they help me see the nature that is me
it is good to have Adot close to me

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