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
Thursday, February 14, 2008
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This is wonderful, and definitely not a fragment.
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