Hearing the News from America in Stalled VIA train 635 near Trenton Junction
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Nyla Matuk
Dusk on wet birch, naked as early April,
lights an apse of chivalric Scotch pine.
We’re like anyone would be, in this situation,
the snacks attendant singing to make us forget: Shiiiiine
bright like a diaaaaamoooooond constellaaation!
and all we think on is a crucifix against mother-of-pearl.
At nearby St. Peter’s, children light
the fourth, dark purple candle
while white-tailed deer walk in a line.
Une histoire d’amouououououour….she continues, in a conniption
before the forest’s recrimination, both cancelling and preserving in time
a podcasted Rio Ancho flamenco that kills the hour like abstention
from the Blarney Stone, and helps stars twinkle
in spite of or ahead of, a great fright.
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Reading a poem in the Balzac cafe on Ryerson Campus. A. A fine thin gray day. For such a thick fine poem
Reading a poem in Balzac cafe on Ryerson campus. A fine gray day thin weather. T. To read a fine poem under a thick sky.