Vol 3 No 1 2009
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Wool sweats, a haze
on the horizon. Breathe in
the cool country, slim
cigarettes. Ten degrees: gloves,
hats, red wine. Out on the lake
two loons bobs, corks
in a half-empty bottle. Light
bellows across muddy
water; yellow
leaves. Piled fly carcasses insulate
window sills. You think
you know which way the wind
blows, but the fire
place ignites with the flick
of a switch.
Leigh Nash