ensconced
in a bucket seat,
being present is the ultimate
in ephemerals. one mood opens
all the rooms to that mood.
explore. behind that shelter
there was a movement, a mound
of curious rounded rectangle
with an improbably thin tail
which zig zags as if on an eroding
scent, chasing vapours.
see how it takes a dive at
the snow. a second time, hits crust. a third time
he is in past his shoulder.
does he grunt the smallest
ufffs bit by bit, in-ner, all in but the
oh, and all in.
people who almost miss a beat
of their strides would never distinguish his dip
in snow from the general
surface
uneven, blown, drifted, in
night.
staring in the slanting snow
with the flag pole’s soft clang
of rope, as pines shrug.
the gusts shift weight to my
toes but mole shrew vole or
whatever name for grey pelted
he doesn’t leave his warm
cover. I am inside my travel, carriage,
book,
words, head, away from hawks
.
Pearl Pirie's most recent chapbook is Vertigoheel for the Dilly (above/ground, 2014). Next is forthcoming: Quebec Passages (Noun Trivet Press). A third collection is forthcoming. But you knew that right? Keeping watching BookThug in 2015. Check www.pearlpirie.com for readings, upcoming workshops. Beyond gigs to teach poetry she is one of 3 hosts on CKCU Literary Landscape, 93.1fm or www.ckcufm.com from anywhere with signal.

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