Photo: Penguin's Paradise by Anne Froehlich
Line up in a flock of black and white.
Stand firm on ice cold principles
the size of a small state.
We just broke off a chunk of Monticello
but it’s only
visible from space.
We’re cracked, we’re melting, we’re floating
away on a world
that looks to us
like it hasn’t changed since ’76.
by Maria Mainero
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