Featured Poem 11/13/05
One verdant minute
after the next, the love of the people
What does it mean? One thing unfolds
as a chain of things: the failure of making
a fantasy park
out of war.
in an armchair,
the passage of hundreds of years
the loss of perpetual motion, the line
"a dark sky, and nothing but fire"
in his absence, the absence
from her 2005 Alberta Prize book Practice, Restraint
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