My Alaska A kite a bug a bird a steeple high, A cloud a plane a banshee's wailing shriek. Each visage that I see within a cloud Reminds me of the love I've yet to seek. A leaf a breeze a burn a flower bright, A weathered, mushroomed, lichen-covered tree. Each lovely grain of life within my sight Reveals my cold indifference to me. The sunshine that seeks enterence to my heart Translates to grey, a muted waryness A creeping vine of smile speaks not its part, And all contentment's tinged with restlessness. Oh gods of global warming, hear my prayer, Come melt away my outer ozone layer.
