ROB MCLENNAN
rob mclennan lives in Ottawa, even though he was born there. The author of ten
trade collections of poetry, he is editor/publisher of the online critical journal
Poetics.ca & the poetry annual, Ottawater.
with all the exactitude of a bird's flight
dark all of a sudden, dusk
& not dusk, rain
w/ all foreshadowing
, even w/ experimentation
a new relationship, a new beginning
phoenix asks & on my face
afraid of the storm if they say
a storm is coming
if from one love to the next
you remember
what the last one looked like; any
its good to taste different
proposes that an eye is nothing
the season over & its barely begun
sun shine
in the rain
, all things
come back to poetry, barry suggests
if a desire
is desire still
when i think back
to you
when i think back
to me
& everything depends upon
& if you were listening
nothing like talking abt the weather
if this were to say, convention
gab
bus wheel & the shutter
click
a broadcast note, a
vision
he says, even looking for someone
i havent met before
(who isnt)
, dumbfounding
clean or glibness
how do you ever get
a clean begin, or
break
begin with a map of the city
if this place looks anything
like the map it represents
a blueprint streets & windows,
the charm of a dog,
proposal
as the words are being written,
now
now
the words that go out over a landscape
and will 'it' be a pebble or a heavy stone
the long flavour of a summers day
come spring
, the hot hot heat
& muggy drone apartment appetite
i am listening i
am not listening
a pebble or a heavy stone,
the same rate drop, i know
would these alone be clear
or not clear, thrown
i dream of open waters
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