Marion Boyer – All My Flowers

All My Flowers Antarctica I know ice whalebone white            green and turquoise,             milky ice, ice blood-red when the algae blooms; candle ice, pack ice,             pancake ice, and cat ice that glazes water so thinly a breath would shatter it;                          lolly slush, loose crystals in a salt-water slurry;              young ice and its false maturity. I know […]