Poem for Jasper Avenue

the wind cut cold
a diamond from this pulse

of coffee, patience

north of
yours

a month
of years

my missing piece

let me tell you
, the moons surface cool

a pinnacle of houses
, of swimming, pools

grey-yellow with sun

paper takes hold
, reminisces, with some

remembers what we could not

this is Edmonton,
we are not here

already else,
but together

of the distance time travels
and what’s happened since

holding on
to what finally will keep