Hear with the Wind Still
Hear with the wind still, the grass still,
Milton Acorn
Charlottetown Harbor
An old docker with gutted cheeks,
The Island
Since I'm Island-born home's as precise
The Trout Pond
The woods, spruce twisted
The Hands
Why man those hands, dyed
Chess
A creation, but once the substance
The Idea
It's events itch the idea
Haiku
Inside my wall a
Two Players
One, exulting in stroke and guard,
The Machine-Gunner
They wanted to quit
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