Erin Mouré

(17 April 1955 / Calgary / Alberta / Canada)

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The Cold

There was a cold
In which

A line of water across the chest risen
(dream)

Impetuate, or
Impetuates

Orthograph you cherish, a hand her
Of doubt importance

Her imbroglio the winnowing of ever
Does establish

An imbroglio, ever
she does repeatedly declare

to no cold end
Admonish wit, at wit's end, where "wit" is

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The cold of which
her azul gaze impart a stuttered pool

Memoria address me here (green)

Echolalic fear
Her arm or name in French says "smooth"

A wine-dark seam inside the head, this ...

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Georgette

Dignified is a heartsong here
Harsh traverse of the unknown

"Better to go down dignified"
Ekes out
constant

What gives in us, or won't give
(her smile seen once in the Red Café)

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