From the Cold Confines

by James D. Autio

The sun also rises it seems,
huge over the Indian Ocean,
filling the South African dawn
with shimmering gold
and fuchsia ablaze and sizzling
from the cold confines.

And the dawn warps
in wavy figures as it passes
through fifty-year-old glass,
into a makeshift office at the University
of Westville at Durban.

Back in Minnesota,
the sun seems only a dim little bulb

pathetic, really.

James D. Autio is a Minneapolis poet and visual artist. His writing has appeared or will soon appear in The Drunken Boat, Tryst, Prairie Poetry, Venereal Kittens, Yellow Medicine Review, and other excellent journals. James is proud to have earned awards such as the Morris Award for Best Playwright, the Bridgman Poetry Prize, and a full fellowship at the Vermont Studio Center. James holds no MFA, but he talks about applying to grad school.

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