love and death at 5:30 pm
a subway afternoon, dim from the day. across the aisle, sat
poetry
neighbours-in-waiting
a fox is not seen in the suburbs
Diving off the Wreck
Everyone's swum out there at least once in summer.
After the nightmare
'It's all right.
Woman at Forty
The days are theirs to move through
Darkness
Darkness is a strain of music
Repair
The wing back chair looked sturdy enough
Breakdown
Like a lake filled with ice
The draw that ends the game
My neighbour plunks bags on the curb, drives off.
Heliographing
To hold light, wield it, let it pass
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