Monday, January 12, 2015


I walk across the birch log beam
With paper bark in white and cream
And feel the dancing drops of steam
That rise from that volcanic stream
That winds as a transparent seam
Down through this land. I make a ream
Of birch bark in this forest dream
To write this certain into seem
And make a symbol you can deem
Links writer, reader in a team
To understand my flowing theme
And transform it into a meme.

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