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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

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

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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