Register Thursday | June 20 | 2019

At Parrsboro

Morning Glories: Poems to kick-start your working day

I finished my swim
and climbed the bluff to the shack.
Seagulls were crying.

At the door I hear I'm wrong:
my two friends are making love.

You almost see it:
stung by salt in morning light,
that pale skin flushing.

Surf, three hundred metres down,
softly sighing over stone.


From "River Benga: A Pillow Book from Tidnish Bridge, Nova Scotia"
Postscript (Signal Editions)