written by: Kevin Taylor
You’ve seen me slip beyond our door
To whisper home again from wars
I’ve fought within, to you again—
And pillow, table, field, plow—
I pray, these too, that you’ll allow.
Western Canadian poet, storyteller and sometimes shit disturber. First published in Sand Patterns, Prince Edward Island, in 1974. Up and down since then. Several chapbooks slouch on bookshelves marking "the sudden grey of decades passing," following a first humiliating rejection, in person.
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