Klondike from LIVING PARTS by Skye Wallace

In the sun,
On the tree line,
Well, we walk,
Locking claws and eyes.
In the summer,
On the Klondike,
In the summer,
We will reunite.

O cold Northern!
You won’t tear us apart!

In the quiet
Limit of the North,
In the quiet,
My body screams for yours.
I am shut off
In winter’s wicked bite.
But I will meet you
On the Klondike.

O love of mine!
This can’t tear us apart!

Pacific son,
My pining mountie love,
I’ve had enough
Of the web our letters wove.
I am a rampart
Against the coming white
And I’ll be in Dawson
By tomorrow night.

The Klondike’s thawed!
And I’m never leaving you again!

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