I build my house in the midnight sky
unpack my lamps
switch them one by one.
I wave and dance and move,
make the curtains of colour fly by
and leak into the night.
Come cold morning I wake to the yawn
of the elephant seal, basking
in the pale yellow.
Polar bears fish,
the penguins huddle.
People gather in the snow
below, bundled and puffy.
Sometimes they wave, sometimes they cry.
I don’t know why.
I’m just an old lady with lamps.
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