"Writer "
Language is a city
Tor
onto
theHuron
wordfor
meetingplace
we meet here
inthemarketplace
lithe ghosts
tabac&whiskey&curingsalts
& moneyoversized and plain
this train of
courts where the couples
wentdancing&comparing 1853 and
succulent salmon
and TaddleCreek underground
this train of
words piled on words
tongue in my head
licks an ancient geography
this train of
solitude
memoriesoffriendseverycorner
this train of
the dead
and miracles
this train of
brick layers and money launderers and
those who smell like rain
this train of
the CNTower and coloured, raised dots
making up a geography
