This lyric unable to dress
suburban America –
observing a
hawk,
forests,
the exclamation
of all
the woman’s
questions, reflecting
words, woe
a corner with a voice.
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was published by the Globe and Mail each Saturday. I cut out the column every week. They stopped printing it, and now I'm cutting up the critiques to make new poems.
