Post Summer Dreams Festival, reminded of this poem from my book Sideways (Anvil Press). Photos: Thesa Pakarnyk
stanley park
a circular drive
under heaven’s trees
rusty Volvo
bivouacked
golden boy
golden tongue
long limbs
tawny eyes
butter mouth
low sighs
long hands
high tied
pipe dreams
harboured
within
Nice. In the foreground, our Stanley Park of a country. Tottenham in the distance, burning.
Guess we’re finished with our burning, for now.