In the car lot,
I used a fob to lock
the only car’s door
as an old man
walked down from the hills
with an old dog
slowly trotting behind
stopping to smell every post
of the old wood fence
that kept the sheep
near the old ring fort…
Evan J | THE SUN SETS, ETC.
THE SUN SETS, ETC. Air balloons over Gatineau. A setting sun. A family canoes across Dow Lake. Cyclists on the gravel trail. And in the park she sits alone. And she can’t describe. And she can’t be described. She’s lost solutions. There’s no solutions. They disconnect. Like Hass, trees sway like something. Like Muldoon, […]