The Ghosts of Jay MillAr by Jay Millar

Author:Jay Millar
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: POE000000, Poetry
ISBN: 9781770560703
Publisher: Coach House Books
Published: 1998-01-01T05:00:00+00:00

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Or the wind covers so much ground and won’t even think of you. High wind, White sky. Or you miss it and close the window. Think of the cicadas and the beer. The middle of August. Or you don’t even notice. Driving Across South Western Ontario. Or the open sky along the trees like a door. Or the doorway and the windowsill and the wind. Waiting for the cicadas who are not there. Remember the front porch, the two of us. Thinking. Or the breeze through the leaves. Or today thinks about becoming night. Hot, lazy, breezy and loud. Or you open the window against the flimsy crickets making the sky red. five minutes. Driving Across South Western Ontario. Or remember the cicadas at four in the morning in Windsor Ontario. Or remember the cicadas in the afternoon in Toronto Ontario. The sound of a guitar, the voice that goes with it. Talking with the wind. Or you think of the cicadas in Windsor Ontario and drive. Hear the flimsy crickets. Or the wind. Or You Point To The Sky. Driving Across South Western Ontario. You think and it’s there. Or the sweat on your back. Or the heavenly traffic. The swish of the cars, this engine’s rattle. Or the wind finds you and you think it cares. Awake at dawn in the basement. Or was it dawn talking. We were talking, couldn’t see it was light. Falling asleep and the music. Or you tumble down the past, five years. Perhaps there was a pattern inherent all that time. Or the cigarettes and the beer. The smoke and the pattern. Driving Across South Western Ontario. Just imagine the cicadas and the crickets in Lucan Ontario. Or the clouds that were in the sky for breakfast on the patio. All the clear white near the horizon in Windsor Ontario. Tired and hungry. Stiff back, high country. Or nothing but a cup of coffee. The things that have just never been said until now. Or we pause for a moment and 125 km/hr. Somewhere in Ontario. The music might make you cry. The simple guitar and the voice. Driving Across South Western Ontario.

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