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File under fragments, Ice-related

February 14, 2008

Though not quite sastrugi*, the Jersey swamp’s
wind-whipped, frozen hillocks on the way in
to work put me in mind of Antarctica,
and the cold-storage smoking-room’s window,
through which I looked out onto the alien
Ross Ice Shelf, busted-up and jackknifed
like a California freeway after an earthquake,
and wondered, “Where in the holy fuck am I?”

* sastrugi = wavelike ridges of hard snow formed by the wind

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2 Comments leave one →
  1. scram. permalink
    February 15, 2008 1:51 am

    This is wonderful, and definitely not a fragment.

  2. Jake-Freedom permalink
    March 5, 2008 3:01 pm

    zzz…
    zzz…
    zzz…

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