This from John Donlan, in Vancouver, BC.
I've been publishing poetry since 1966, and received my MLS from the University of Western Ontario in 1974. Examples of my work are on my website, www.onlink.net/johndonlan.
I like this:
Indian Summer
Year follows year, meadowhawk dragonflies
dry new wings, black-veined, wrinkled windows.
What we think we know is the same strait-jacket,
what we lack the same lack,
all the time in the world.
Leaves turn to brilliant going-away
presents: envious, you'd love to learn
festive, spectacular good-byes
to the visible remembered world,
more than resigned, considerately cheering
the living with incandescent memento
mori, mimicking exemplary
loving humans, as well as other creatures
oblivious of you as cloud formations:
fast, strong fliers, fall's last
butterflies: Mourning Cloak, Question Mark.
21 October 2003
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