deep iceblue glaciers
hug and crumble the hardness
of mt baker, bleed cold milk
in summer, tumbling down
in grace of gravity and
ooze across the north county
flats into dendritic
stolen soil delta, dumping
murk into the ancient yielding
brine of the sound, circling
flanks of lummi island like a
deep iceblue glacier
*Copyright 2010 by Luther Allen. This poem appears in The View from Lummi Island.
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