Driving in Ablation Fog / Sonja Johanson

Found Poetry Review Volume 7

Sonja Johanson’s poem “Driving in Ablation Fog” appears in Volume 7 of The Found Poetry Review. Purchase the full volume

 

I can touch all the way back to
where mist pivots
on the pingos;
pink gin seeming

to pour down the dull mirror. I’ve
mastered something  —
soft bog walking?
glissading? —  but

I’m lost. I won’t be sailing far.
Blue leaves peel off,
we have weather
instead of wine.

 

SOURCE:  The Future of Ice by Gretel Ehrlich.

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