open water collects
on open ice sheet; smushed corn cribs dribble corn out the bottom like a jar of cornmeal tipped; cracks show in pedestals of a desiccated bridge; sawhorses, pylons; bathers splash ’n’ dunk in the north sea: “hottest week in dutch history”; a house of pure flame against the dark; a cyclone of smoke against flames; hilltop, a bonfire, strains to get some god's attention; shaky pixellated footage shows cops pull people out of sinking cars or usher old folks, in zodiacs, down riverine boulevards; others cling to any- thing high; gray gash in hillside; men wanly wander amid debris at bottom; humans push half-drowned motorbikes in heavy rain; little glass boxes & geodesic domes neatly shelter experimental plants; industrial derrick looms in foggy dawn; white swirls rotate against dark seas; 1k-yr-old red-brick houses, towers, crumble under pounding downpours; man hoses down horse; another lies dead on sizzling pavement; man carries limp, gray burned anteater; maps show arctic in red, not icy blue; the laptop feels warm against the man’s bare legs; sun makes leaves glow green; more ice shaves off another ice sheet & makes a splash
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Kristin Prevallet Author/Editor
I'm a writer & teacher in Lawrence, Kansas who actually believes the scientists. I wrote a book of poems called Of Some Sky that seems to have something to do with all this. |