Poetry on Lake Simcoe

Desi Di Nardo
From:   The Toronto Review of Contemporary Writing Abroad. Fall 2001

We were oceans apart when
I met you on my way to a blackened hell
You swept by me a wingless angel
And pulled me up
To keep me from sinking
I sat on invisible alas
Stunned by your strength
You carried me to loftier dreams
While I scattered old dead skin
Like fragile snowflakes
Pale white shells
Floated down
Lighting up the sky
And drifted from memory
Like a cold winter song
Skimming, dancing, flitting
As broken pebbles do
We smiled and wondered
On whose tongue they would fall

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