Sharon Shahan
V2:E3 March, 2000

Dear Alaska:

Am I simply mooncalf arctic girl,
nothing more than singular creature held
up against the weight of your white mass?

Perhaps, but I am also the tundra
you place your mouth on, the blue
thread you use to stitch yourself
closer to a handsome Asian hip.

I could ripple through your dark
sky with my hair in ribbons, in bows.
My hands red tipped wings of an eagle
and my eyes wild forget-me-nots.

If only you'd notice my wilderness,
how my crescent brow predicts unusual
weather, yes then you'd know for certain
that I am your Northern Light.

Ever Yours,
Aurora

Date of Birth:	April 29, 1966
Location:	Eastern Shore Maryland
Email:	shahan@intercom.net
Publications:	Blue Fifth Review, Filling Station, Pedestal Magazine, Poet's Canvas, Pierian Springs, Stirring V1:E3, etc.
Editor of:	Samsara Quarterly

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