Tag: Poetry

Spring in the City (Year Ten)

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

I was privileged to be able to work with some good friends on a collection of our poetry