Wet black elm arms
reach down to us
they are saying
they are shouting!
you are a part of this world!
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Imm-man-YAR-OK: n. Inupiat (polar Alaskan native) word for the 'Little People', spirits manifested as inexplicable lights you see on the tundra in polar winter; lights that you mustn't follow, lest they lead you into danger...
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First poem ever? Funny, I always had you pegged as a closet poet.
You're right, I wrote it a couple of years ago and only now, looking back at it, do I think "Ok, that's alright."
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