We are
as far north as the road runs
In Ontario
In a
house by the water
In Red Lake
Granite
sky, cold breeze blowing in
From the
West
Collars
up, winter clothes ready
Paper
birches, leaves turning gold
And the
gold seam below us
In the Canadian Shield
Now the
lake clears its throat
Waiting
to sing the big freeze
2 comments:
I believe Canadian Interpol want to question you regarding the kidnapping of one of their eminent banking chiefs. Apparently a ‘Bonnie and Clyde’ type couple were seen strong arming Mark Carney into a Hertz hire car. Witness say they sounded either Australian or possibly English.
I know nuffin.
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