lift the big enamel kettle
from the coolness of the fridge
and lay aside the blue plate
to skim ivory cream
from pale milk
flip a circle of pastry
over the Saskatoon pie
her fingers, held just so
deftly shape a pretty edge
stitch white fur on red velvet
a luxurious coat for the fancy dress
she’s made my doll
late hours on winter nights
a Christmas gift […]
I’ve been hanging out with poetryfresh, rosy-cheeked imagestrim, lilting phraseshigh-stepping across the page
fuck the pretty words
I want a poet with the gutsto visit the industrial part of townlate winter views that will make no tourist brochuregrimy snow banksrotting, leaking thin mudchip bags snagged against chain linkleaden skies, pothole roads
a poet pulling to the […]
‘hey, bud!
got the tractor running
let’s put a bale in the feeder
for Cres & the Bob!’
lightly and lovingly
she invites him out of the recliner
into coveralls & a mild January morning
tugging a cap
low over his ears
he grips the handrail
descends the porch carefully
one step at a time
leaning on her arm
he climbs into the half ton
and we head […]
