John D. Hamilton
"Calgary"
Under the red ghost of morning...
There again.
Slow to wake
in Calgary this time.
Combined with the stream,
seems to me to bloat,
to die,
too full from late winter snow.
I think maybe space and time
and Calgary, even Calgary
must mean something
in this sleepy, clouded
morning,
glossy morning.
Posted February 27, 1997
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