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Aurora Borealis Looking for northern lights arcing over oaks and hemlocks is like looking for love, looking for neon slices of green flame cutting sky, finger-touch of orange waterfall rays pouring up heat-wind watercolor sheets of blue and rose, of lotus blossoming, shimmering above lakes of wish and need -- ephemeral sight of a lasting care, charged belts cinching our poor ripe globe and globes of fire in the heart, their bright beams pulsing in our veins, the warm sheen of brief waves and streaks for eyes enthralled, from granite shores looking up, looking in, looking out. John Kryder Poems |