That Summer
The rocks and trees
of Northern Ontario, inky
lakes and dozens
of inukshuks watching the highway
make me wish I was a painter
or, at the very least,
better with words.

If I could describe these places it
would be the love poem you deserve. Every word
seems inadequate to describe the erratic meteors
leaping into Superior at twilight. Instead
I watch you. You lean forward, breathe. Resurrect
the campfire from flat embers
to vertical flames in just
two whispers. And I think, same to my heart.




Shannon Bruyneel is partial to The Jackals.


Published On: February 14, 2016
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Volume 8, Issue 4
  February 14, 2016


Valentine's Day


THAT Summer
Shannon Bruyneel

METAMORPHOSIS
Shannon Bruyneel



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