When the crumbs fall

Schonmaier Nova Scotia lake.jpg

into my cage, I taste

Lorca on my lips.  why

had I forgotten


the stars? during

all those summers

the water stroked


my skin as I swam

in the night’s mirror

note after note


the stars inked

on the score

sheets of the sky


and when I play

their songs



call me from

the dark opposite



From Dust Blown Side of the Journey (McGill-Queen’s University Press)