Rough granite scratches
the way the dark streets of Manhattan
threaten after midnight.

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My sense of adventure became exhausted
after skidding on ice along a road
frozen in a glass-shard landscape

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I managed to live
dodging bullets
and I still am.

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I won’t mind
an ignominious exit-
it’s all been amazing

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Poetry and art
have been my passionate escape
however it was invented

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Having learned how to love
without wanting anything
I feel blessed for having lived

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learning how to give
the way of the Salish-Kootenal
I bow down before the mountain