In the twilight, witching hour,

a white heron turns a darkening pond

into a fancy cocktail, burst of white

delicate as a swizzle stick, a chive blossom,

a girl stepping out for the first time

in a slim white dress.  White ladder,

white bell ringing:


against the freeway’s husk,

white, white.

Published online September 01 2010.

The Keystone of Canadian Poetry Turns 35 cover image

This piece was published in ‘The Keystone of Canadian Poetry Turns 35,’ the Fall 2010 issue of CV2.

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