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WINTER CAMP LAMENT
(for Bert)

Ice-bergs shape themselves
into frozen castles -
the glacier ice
across the bay descends
so slowly human eyes
cannot see it moving.
We go for tea in Frobisher Bay
and there as I do almost every day
paraphrase Kilmer with
I think that I shall never see
A caribou-hair-free cup of tea.

      

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Copyright 1989 by Mildred A. Rose,

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Originally published by The Music House Press.
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