On TV it looked like a high-speed photo of a milk drop
the dying leader of the Pana Wave laboratory cult smack in the
Acres of white cloth streamered his followers, who
circled him like crown jewels.
More and more I'm responding to stark white on black,
letting the morning frost finish for me.
Calgary is fur-lined in the sun. Although the cold front
will chop us down to minus, there are hints of a melt.
Dad's three-legged shadow bends blueness