hoar frost on bronze feathers fan his body down past the soft bend in his knee he cradles the sacred in his arm the sun lands on the hand he’s raised to shade his eyes shadows of spiraling footsteps doubt hurtling trains indifference the river you cannot see from where once you clearly could in […]
Filed under: Cort Delano, Poems by, RE:ACT Art & Community Together - Calgary Poetry Project by editor Date 26 January, 2013
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He’d seen the pale skin Heaven, Of Philadelphia and Washington Had Palliser’s men haul wood on their carts To the prairies for burning He told tales of spirit ways To their chief President Jackson He learnt the new magic, Of white paper on black ink He traveled with neither fire-stick nor arrow, But the lightest […]
Filed under: Cort Delano, Home & Away by akublik Date 1 December, 2009
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