Well fuck I can’t believe you’re gone
Your deafening kindness
Your long seeded song
Seemed eternal
We fond moths read on
As you steep as you sink
Into the print and paper
But cars care nothing for culture
That last night sky you saw
I hope it was beaded with stars
Robert Kroetsch
by Natalee Caple
above/ground press broadside #311
Natalee Caple’s two most recent books are a collection of poems, spells, and play fragments titled, The Semiconducting Dictionary, Our Strindberg (ECW) and a collection of fables, ecocritical fairy tales and ghost stories titled How I Came to Haunt My Parents (Joyland.ca and ECW). She lives in Peterborough with her husband Jeremy and twins Casey and Imogen.
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