heading due north
the fire’s under control
but there’s nothing
left to eat
we move on
it’s a routine thing
we spent the winter
inside a mountain
the waters echoing
deep below
a reminder
there’s always a way out
word has it the sun
is expected to reappear
any day now
but who the hell really knows
in the meantime
we keep heading true north
april two thousand twenty-five
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