Tuesday, November 27, 2012

Where the Road Runs Out


We are as far north as the road runs
In Ontario

In a house by the water
In Red Lake

Granite sky, cold breeze blowing in
From the West

Collars up, winter clothes ready
Paper birches, leaves turning gold

And the gold seam below us
In the Canadian Shield

Now the lake clears its throat
Waiting to sing the big freeze

2 comments:

Russell 'C.J.' Duffy said...

I believe Canadian Interpol want to question you regarding the kidnapping of one of their eminent banking chiefs. Apparently a ‘Bonnie and Clyde’ type couple were seen strong arming Mark Carney into a Hertz hire car. Witness say they sounded either Australian or possibly English.

Roger Stevens said...

I know nuffin.