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" Bring Me My Sky-Canoe"


a small apology of light
between the clouds

then it evaporates — the sun ogles the hills
the bears continue to hide in the shadows
and we keep driving our cars into the harsh glare

which species will see the second coming?

we could travel in sky-canoes
if the air wasn’t so thin
or if our canoes were built with feathers & breath

the trees below are perfect.

the sun up here has a way of lighting everything slantwise
strong arm of my paddle —
strong arm of my paddle —
strong arm of my paddle —

take me safely along this ancient and fearful river

Al Rempel

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