March on the St. Lawrence
All night the ice cutter and a wandering ship / dispersed local terrazzo marble like bachelors at a stag
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Seafoam, that crabbed allure, / seen and heard along the byroad
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Finalist for the 2012 Walrus Poetry Prize I noticed you first, your birth a paranormal float on that sintered causeway of white light. As a gift moves us to tears, …
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Finalist for the 2012 Walrus Poetry Prize The stoat takes a last stand, and, turning white ermine as winter’s breath, would rather face its hunters than soil its fur in …
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Return to Metcalfe Street
Lonely in their languor, and twenty years no longer lovely Or lingering in storefront neon mingling with dusk, Widows gossiping with friends on porches, Then sleeping away August evenings On …
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