Hungry Moon
My daughter with a blur of boy about her
Steffler, John
Humber Arm
Bored with earth's endless business convention in north-east Quebec,
Mapping by Nose and Voice
my left nostril over the sea coast,
After All the Collecting, the Planning
Death will have different places
Waterfront
On the roof of the Kruger mill, a tiny
Flower Bed
I found flat rocks by the highway
I Didn't Know This Would Happen
Above Cabot Strait, the props
Cedar Cove
If your wharf is washed away
Wind
The poem makes itself
At the Foot of a Wall
My hand moves below
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