Iridium Dirge, 1999

Written by

in

Lines from Saskatoon and Montreal

tonight for 10
minutes past sunset
sky clung blue

moon was fierce
with light, and smoldered—
begged my eyes

cross the blue
creeping migrant suns—
false, pretty;

our voices
outstretching voices
glittering

— Montreal, August 1999

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