Midsummer in
Alliston, Ontario
Smudges of
cirrus,
buzz of mosquitos
cut across airwaves,
Kenny Rogers
ballad,
silence.
Freshly
watered
flower
baskets sob,
tapping wood
plaintively,
oratorical.
Birds tell no
tales
from their
perches,
a town enfolded
in a false sense
tranquility.
Aromas of
mint,
tomato
plants,
fountain of
sweetgrass…
and I’m still
waiting
for the sun
to transfigure,
diffuse
all the
colours
of a
kingfisher,
dip below the
evergreens.
Silence
continues to thread
its way in,
interwoven
like palmistry
throughout the
ages.
Somnolence whistles
tiredly
through a
lattice
and people
listen,
call it an
early night.
King City, Ontario
King City township –
contours of gold fields –
stalks stirring
in their places
like little soldiers
wriggling to attention.
Near Tottenham,
Ontario
sectioned cornfields
beware of subdivisions
leper colonies
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