breath floats white
above heads
the only clouds
in crystalline air
the sky's huge cupola
a radiant cool blue
snow below scattered
across streets lawns
from a 6th floor window
grey fuzz of woods
obscure the river there
broad white diagonals beyond
as dusk descends
a pale bronze peach
smokestacks send
old muffled messages aloft
later under a single lamp
in a dark room
the book's title
Fifty Degrees Below
science in fiction
insists that the melt
of bergs in the north
could bring ice south for an age
Douglas Barbour
Wednesday December 7 2005
Douglas Barbour
11655 - 72 Avenue NW
Edmonton Ab T6G 0B9
(780) 436 3320
My roof was once firm
yet now it cannot even
keep the stars out.
Christopher Dewdney
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