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Beyond The Narrow Wall
Anne Mckay
Dorothy Howard


that patina of medlars apples of late autumn brown as wineskins


my stooped neighbour out for a walk even more stooped


whispers beyond the narrow wall beyond the wintering vines


cool evening the halfmoon brighter and brighter


through the lace curtain a delicate tattoo his sleeping face


the odd flake on a discarded pumpkin


in our yuppie's recycling bin all the right bottles


toddy for the body


and another dab of lotion for these dry itchy ears


why does the window sing to me that way *


nothing like a rag to get the dust hopping on those smooth surfaces


dances come and go and come again


newly sharpened skates streak down the canal


snap the whip tailredspinning


snow searching abandoned berries


bitter cold oh no got to go


my winter willow gallgreen this toosoon spring


nothing in the test results she weighs each word


still typing onehand lefthand ... better than nohand


where do socks go when you do the laundry


from my night studio words melt into morning


faintly the gymnoédie à mademoiselle jeanne


village girls gathering a time of summer and silk


that madness ... when dreams come true


swollen lake the whistle through rattling halyards


in my pocket a golden loon


ottawa panhandler reminds me of another link


soon now the ashcan fires


spears of green at long last a stem


second row knit one purl two


finally noticing the dragonflies as they part


little league coach's kettle of corn


late at the fair slow shuffle nearing the midnight gate


on the road the snake's shed skin


and always the silent journey inward


outward toward the candle


*erica jong


british columbia québec 93


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