Archive for April 26th, 2009

Jasper, Alberta

Thirty-fourth day:

this day is born in the wake of geese flying

lance formation threading the air with calls to come

come home

gather yourselves to me

and come home

if yearning were a shape

it would be the lance thrown south

if yearning were sound

it would be geese

and the hot smell of trees burning

rubbing their roots together

anxious to be off

wrapping their shawls of sparkling round

themselves, they turn and wave

wave great arms

wave the smallest finger

turn gracefully on skeletal legs

and melt

to a hard point

on the pale horizon

Paulette Dubé


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