glacier as existentialist:
a glacier
doesn’t seek a form
it is one
so too the valley it carved
the mountains it ripped
the sky it deepens
day and night
dripping itself into
its own coffin
Brooks Lindberg lives in the Pacific Northwest. Several of his poems appear here, in Synchronized Chaos. Others appear frequently in The Beatnik Cowboy, Horror Sleaze Trash, and elsewhere.
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