Featured Poem 11/13/05



One verdant minute

after the next, the love of the people

eludes him.


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

that proceeds

"a dark sky, and nothing but fire"

in his absence, the absence

of millions


Laura Sims

from her 2005 Alberta Prize book Practice, Restraint
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