[mitailaq: Inuit for soft snow on ice floe covering an open spot]

heavy nutagaq was blowing in
from the east in clouds that
filled the air like thick ravaging fog
obscuring ruts blown over
in the snowmobile track
little hints of ice on the river
were black bruised screams
that sped by under the runners
and that was the challenge
which were hints of ice
and which were mitailaq
blowing away
only if you knew where you were
in the screaming tempest
could you avoid the hungry
black maws drooling
under the flirting
mitailaq veils

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Poet, playwright, duplicate bridge player, website designer, cottager, husband, father, grandfather, former athlete, carpenter, computer helper for my friends, theatre designer, backstage polymath, retired teacher of highschool English, drama, art, a baritone singer in a barbershop quartet, who knows what else? wordcurrents is on Facebook: Doug also has a Facebook page, "Incognitio", related to his novels.
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