Words

Hudson Bay

All follow the day
He went too far away
On the floor is a stone
Or a ray

Hudson Bay

I’m falling away
No
I’m streaming in grey
Not too far
Not today

Boreal

Where all we see from watered eyes
In beauty
In rest
A travelled hinterland remains
It’s ‘light for light’
Our lookalike

Sand Bar

Waves have passed
Raking sand and rocks in with the water
Under the water, weigh these stones before they fade
A bear heads North
Fading like a black box
Folding into back time . .  . . .
Three waves have passed one sand bar.
Three waves
Fear me, fear me
Weigh these
Coming out North bear
Fading
Three waves have passed one sand bar.
Three waves
Fear me, fear me
Weigh these
Coming out North bear
Fading

Samovar

Everywhere she looks up to see
Rain, is overflowing
In the time, all that was needed
Was electricity
Following them into the water
The lake has borders too
They just move
All the time

Lake Bed

She is cold
She is cold in lake waters
Swimming (Diving / Dying)
Everywhere she looks up to see
Rain is overflowing

Papercut Branches

Real
In far places
On tops of tables
Rocks touch water
Squares of glass obscure a clean view
Clean Lines
No Waves
The crack of a tree
A square of paper lies trapped between small branches

Three Line Forecast

Scrolling data, numbers, colours 
Blue, green, red
Red
Warning
High overnight temperatures and hot humid air
May lead to thunderstorms
It is advisable to move steel, cloth and aluminum chairs into a garage
Fold them and place them near old, unused lumber
Old unused lumber
I can hear them over the fence and past the banks
The neighbors in their chairs
Chairs that are made of cloth strips, rusty steel and aluminum rivets
Chairs that scrape the asphalt like coughing drain-spouts
Music is being vented through the single speaker of the television
Songs with no order, no theme
Music is calm traffic from other places
Rain and snow falling on cables
Scrolling data, numbers, colours 
Blue, green, red
Red
Warning
The windchill will be 2000 watts per square meter

Phone Book Angels

The school was built in 1930
Two stories, brick, square, solid.
Go down the stairs: Storage and Cleaning.
Basement within a basement.
In the basement there is a small dirty black door.
Go into the black door, there is the boiler.
Near the boiler, a table.
Oiled rags for cleaning chalk boards.
Vacuum for the brushes, electric vacuum motor.
Electrical vacuum.
Near the boiler, a table.
Basement within a basement
A poorly lit table covered in plastic.
Electrical plastic.
Phone book angels.
(Could you change the station please?)
Near the boiler, a table.
A poorly lit table covered in plastic.
Electrical plastic.
Each page folded, each page pasted, by a child.
Near the boiler, a table.
(Could you change the station please?)
On the table, a chorus of phone book angels,
splattered with spray paint,
flecks and sparkles on Styrofoam heads.
Dirty wool for hair.
Wet wool, covered in snow.
Snow on the window, snow on the floor.
In the basement, a dirty black door.
Phone book angels.
Styrofoam heads
Phone book angels.
Aerosol
Comfort.
A river within a river.
On the table, a chorus of phone book angels,
splattered with spray paint,
flecks and sparkles on Styrofoam heads.
Dirty wool for hair.
Wet wool, covered in snow.
Snow on the window, snow on the floor.
In the basement, a dirty black door.