1.
Citations:
acreage, poised to light. To disembark,
facts
furled in clothing, summer sun and fields.
This
shape was mostly paper,
held
on either side
by
land and whiteness, Hogback Ridge. I can’t keep track
of
all the names.
A
science fiction. The Oregon Trail a chaperone,
dusty
named and bare.
2.
Such
faith, to amble westward.
A
matter of perspective. What thirsty river, stirred.
The
textual surface. Free state. When all of this
was
done.
To
reach, again, into the water. The sun,
a
shadow. Such
a
magnificent courier.
3.
I
have forgotten how to write. I related to blue
once
all the colours had left. A question
of
settlement. What do you mean
when
you say North? Your Canadian neighbours,
bewildered.
Thundersnow, the Polar Vortex. It looks
like
home. We reach down into.
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