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Boundary Issues

Have Canadians and Americans become the same people?

Who Controls North America?

Today, even the U.S. government is just one of many players

The Superpower Next Door

Bully for you — but at what cost?

 

white doe — an albino ripple

in a brown silk banner of running deer

 

wading the Pacific in Quintera — cold paprika

ocean sparks my ankles

 

a squelch of kelp beneath my feet, memory

of a friendship’s misstep — a beach walk blurred

 

across dark pasture of parcella, jigsaw lights

blink development; blight of golden arches

 

atop the road’s rock-shoulder, sand dunes

press white cheeks into a hot blue sky

 

hoots outside my window beg me

to rise and search the nutmeg-scented dawn

 

Yvan gallops past in black sombrero,

bandana mask, toy gun raised

 

a blue bowl, two found feathers — Tucuquere [owl]

and Queltehue [lapwing] — poems stall

 

mare and slender foal — milk and toffee

under Venus and a crescent moon.

 

Cynthia French is a Newfoundlander living in rural Nova Scotia. She has been writing poems since 2006 and has been published in Riddle Fence, CV2 and The New Quarterly. Other work has appeared on the website of the League of Canadian Poets as well as in the anthologies The Wild Weathers (Leaf Press, 2012) and Untying the Apron: Daughters Remember Mothers of the 1950s (Guernica, 2013).

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