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about the author: like Tom Young, David Lindahl was for awhile an editor of the review and graphic artist. David also designed a line of clothing for awhile. Talk and lanky, David had an infectious laugh and eclectic set of acquaintances. He died of AIDS and is the namesake for a poetry award given by the Review long after my departure from Minneapolis to Portland. -gcb

The Best of THE JAMES WHITE REVIEW

Blue Earth




for Sunshine Perlmutter, a 2-year-old girl who froze to death Christmas Eve, 1983



as if cold
were a
place
you walked out of the house
in pajamas


and learned winter's slow dance
in minutes
blue earth and
you
making naked footprints.
no one


knows the word
you whispered to the night
dressed
in orange flame candles, wreaths
red ribbons and


snow. or the song you heard
in cold
that opened
to you
round like a mother,
trembling.