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Canadian ghost

Writer: Conrad DiDiodatoConrad DiDiodato

Updated: Jan 17, 2022

I once communed with the dead. Jack Spicer & I wrote a poem together to commemorate April 1, 1955 (exactly a month before I was born)

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"You only have the right to piss in the fountain If you are beautiful (April 1, 1955)" It's me at the back of a wet pink caul, sad-eyed as Jack

but full of tricks. Today

"The lights are out" And shinnying up the rusty laundry pole to build a sun,

over bay water


"Believe the birds"

I try to the topmost of sky to be crow & upend the nests.

Waters between us


"Time does not finish a poem"

Crows always slacken like that, a little, and tear for the

salmon-eyed kid


"The sounds there, offshore, faint and short"


 
 
 

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