what you know is this
there is no speaking beyond language
and yet you depend upon small moments
angels buckle your shoes
you are careless with reality
the order of things
your conclusions are blood stained
the daughter
who left a daughter
your history washed away
water filled with water
asp listening for the flute
moonchanting hours
every darkness is a night
that hides the weight of objects
halting steps to the real
it’s like belling the cat
or glass words
breaking
you no longer have
a return address
there has been a change of plans
call in your favours
being has become
a crime of passion
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Linda King is a Vancouver BC poet whose work has been published extensively in Canada and internationally – CV2, Event, Prairie Fire, Room, The Toronto Quarterly,Lumina, Gargoyle, E-Ratio, Seventh Quarry, Envoi.
She is the author of Dream Street Details (Shoe Music Press/13). A second collection of poetry – Reality Wayfarers – is forthcoming from Shoe Music Press in 2015.
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