© 1981 Candice James Poet Laureate Emerita,
City of New Westminster, BC
I lay
On the black nights
Of an unwanted summer,
Alone,
Keeping vigil
Over a creeping damp.
I feed
On second hand dreams,
Smoky feelings,
Wasted ashes,
And silent smoldering suns.
I am searching
For ice cubes
In the middle of summer.
When the season has passed,
I will seek out flames
In the blazing January snows.
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