Heat seeps through the louvers
into this cool shuttered room.
I covet the fog that inhabits
my dreams, cold and damp.
We navigate a narrow, treacherous
path along a steep cliff. The cliff
goes up, the cliff goes down.
In green light, a whale breaches,
a sudden fountain far in the water.
These birds have large blue feet
and silly faces. But even here,
sleeping, the heat seeps through.
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