The Direction of Sunlight

by Shaun Terry

Norwegian Sparrow Purple Flowers

The farther from the equator,
the less directly the sun shines;
you’ll notice at High Noon,
when the shadows of trees jut out from their hosts.

Nordic countries must be perfect to survive,
but perfection breeds few friends,
as Norwegians and Swedes well know.
It’s lonely close to the extremes of what Earth allows,
but it’s a galactic gift that the edges are inhabitable.

The glacial ice dissolves
to dispense clear, clean water.
Sparrows, with dichromatic helmets,
sing from between phosphorescent fuchsia flowers.
And drunken descendants of vikings
yell with friends over football matches and leftist politics.

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