Inorganic, the sky’s baton
peaks and sweeps from a cloud podium
all the dips and warbles of feet
in fields. Wherever the city ends,
the concerto begins, cumuli
reflected in the vague suspicion
one has upon waking, a still dread
that survival does not relieve; clouds
writing the symphony of rain and shelter
that caps the prairie.
Published online February 28 2017.
Musician and poet M.D. Dunn lives in Sault Ste. Marie and teaches creative and technical writing at Sault College. His latest album is SOLACE; his most recent collection of poems is Even the Weapons (BuschekBooks, 2014). Dunn’s poems and articles have been widely published, and his music has been played on CBC, NPR, and campus radio.
This piece was published in ‘Northern Ontarian Innovative and Indigenous Poetics,’ the Winter 2017 issue of CV2.
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