do we turn to those fallen leaves
catching the last light
red glow in red glow
because we must or
feel we have to
make that choice
against political agenbite
that frustrating sense
of something slowly lost
we knew we had only
when it disappeared
while little beauties shine on still
Douglas Barbour
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Recent publications: (With Sheila E Murphy) Continuations & Continuation 2 (UofAPress).
Recording Dates (Rubicon Press).
Done in by creation itself.
I mean the gods. Not us. Well us too.
The gods moved into books. Who wrote the books?
We wrote the books. In whose dream, then are we dreaming?
Robert Kroetsch.
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