King Square
Bright blades of sun clip out
Robert Gibbs
Poem
From this top-knotted old iron stove,
Death came, not resounding
Death came, not resounding
W.B. Yeats
A year and years have gone
Lyric
While the rite of day is unanulled
Rain dance
Street-steps stuttered through rain-walks
Music Festival
We sat in the colour and hum of a garden,
Street Portraits, Saint John
Portraits in black-shingle frames
Charlotte Street, Saint John
Wrapped in neon ribbons wrinkled in wet pavement
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