At St. Martin’s the stones are celadon,
olive, ochre, and lavender, rose-cream.
At La Villette the sands were grey
and pale brown like a tawny fur.
The night we walked up from the beach
our shadows strode before us, more defined
than our dusk selves. No rocks, no gems,
M. Travis Lane went to Fredericton, New Brunswick, in 1960, loved it, became Canadian in 1973. Her 15th collection of poetry, Crossover, will be brought out by Cormorant Press in 2015. A monograph on her work by Shane Neilson, Jan Zwicky and Jeanette Lynes is also coming out shortly.
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