The beers I had.
The numbered poems I wrote
on the spot, in a bar
in Huntsville, Ontario,
the last stop before the sour wine
lakes of Algonquin Park,
the bears still drunk
with sleep.

Günaydın

An hour never equaled you
when, voila, there were were
for an hour.

iyi geceler

It’s my time to return.
It’s my time to leave.
This is my schedule,
because of you,
the one I never had,
the one I’m giving away.

Güle güle