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Football Fables

The beautiful game bestrides the world like a colossus

But Blind They Were

The fallacy of an empty continent

Alberta and Me

From a land of oil, true enough

Ship’s Prow Is the Cubist Slate They Call a Face

Sopped in chrysanthemum, she bows in, singing

stanzas from Atlantic shanties. Gold-leafed,

plank-walker’s wet dream, to see the wood fold slip,

copper nipples milk green towards the ocean’s glass.

Her scapulae of wing and rope, low sails curtain

for her encore as she tailgates the grimaced sun.

Robin Richardson is the author of Knife Throwing Through Self- Hypnosis (ECW Press, 2013) and Grunt of the Minotaur (Insomniac Press, 2011). She has been shortlisted for the ReLit award and longlisted for the CBC Poetry Award, and won the John B. Santoianni Award and the Joan T. Baldwin Award. She holds a master of fine arts in poetry from Sarah Lawrence College and currently divides her time between Toronto and New York.

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