rob mclennan

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i am not particularly interested
in matters of the weather

or the game, the possible exception:
the short skirts

of anna kournikova. every few hours,
the bough breaks

& the body, pushing cars
& shattered windows out

of peaceful conversation. we know
not why, even once

its explained the bafflement
endears us, slightly, calms

the notions from the fields. think
a horror, & then armloads

of recycling. it goes
no further.

reappropriate

to take back what was originally yours, even if
you didnt know it at the time

the view from this small hill

drive two hours in any direction, & where
do you end up, the waters edge

in kingston, the arrival of tall ships
& short tourists, crowds
into the thousands

is this a plan or merely habit, walk
three blocks to the pier

taking pictures

daughter her hand across her face, her mothers
family pose

whether she knows it or not, inheriting
all that had come before her