Cold rowanberries, a few reindeer nosing the late autumn weeds.
Didn't we say something about harmonics? That was yesterday,
Before we arrived in the northernmost reaches of Lapland.
We were singing a song on the train as daylight disappeared.
Look: an old man is beating on the hood of his snow mobile with a wrench.
I cannot lip read but I think the man is saying he's hundreds of years old
& the stupid machine is only twenty & there's no bus for 80 kilometers.
My friend and I have read many books
but not enough to successfully complete this life.
Planet of the Blind 