Saturday, June 17, 2017

Lorine Niedecker (a new poem

This poem, blood, the minerals. Road signs, waver. A measure of woodland. Beneath expression. Furthermore. The singularity of rock, of river. Water levels high, and higher. What kind of birds. Parliament Hill, Chaudiere, old E.B. Eddy. Condos, this domesticated trail. Scored path and step. Algonquin footfalls, long before Champlain. The corruption of shoreline. Richmond Landing. Poem, set in stone a concrete pillar shored up set into the bones of highway. In every part of every syllable. Carved cracked and worn and patchwork smooth.

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