Don McKay Poems

Before it can stop itself, the mind
has leapt up inferences, crag to crag,
the obvious arpeggio. Where there is a doorbell
...

If that's the word:
the song's already gone
before it's uttered so the ear is left
full of its emptiness,
...

Play it con brio, a muscular
iamb, a frisbee sizzling -
as if - into no man's land,
...

astounded, astonied, astunned, stopped short
and turned toward stone, the moment
filling with its slow
...

your heart's tongue seized
mid-syllable, caught by the lava flow
you fled. Fixed,
...