Counterpane soldiers march
across the sky-soaked ice
Ballerinas practice in their pjs
among the somber chaparral
Eleven faithful feathers float
within the artic thermal column
Diderot paced the pallid precincts
with salty determination
Hemingway wished on sage brush
as he smoked a Cuban cigar
We were artful with our arms
as Margritte stoked his pipe
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