Poetry Pick

CANOEING THE YUKON for Wes, who did by Bernadette Rule Ontario, Canada

Spruce brews the morning light into a concoction sweetened with muskeg & sap to be drawn into the goblet of the lungs along with goblinish notions strange as grizzly or porcupine or time itself, a sepia photograph pressed into earth's dark album like that layer of volcanic ash along the Yukon's banks, like the river— boat in the woods or the Indian ghost town with its welcome sign. Behind the endless wall of trees news trickles down the wall of the empty trapper's cabin; from the radio hanging on a nail a small noise, species-specific as any other chirp, growl or buzz, elusive as the gold tooth in the river's smile. From The Literate Thief (Larkspur Press, 2006)

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