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Autumn in the City (One Hundred Years)

The air is thick with the burning islands. I wake in the morning to a dry throat.

Look at him looking at her. He watches her fingers, deftly tucking back

All is returned to dust. Every breath is taken back by a jealous

You must have returned, must be living, even now, within the city walls,

I’m not sure why I miss you. You were just so many pounds

The vena cavae of the city, a murder of crows— crossing to all the dumpsters, a roving,

That night must have been lonely. His pack of stray dogs had all scattered,

Train sways slightly with the heat-bent movement of the tracks,

Evening silhouettes on the white-blue sky. Stone shadows, cool on my skin.

The chill of Spring has made us strangers. The sky, in opaque blues, hides last month’s

At the Vancouver Poetry Slam, a month ago. Some of this might sound familiar.

After the soonest days of sky, days of sunshine, moonrise, city