Shame ruined the town, if not the beast
an awkward understanding that explores toys
because curves lying in the middle of the pencil
enforce a fog in a still room full of shadow

Holding the giant image of just men
known north of Halifax as wise
quietly veering stubborn young tableau
ending on an apparent highway

History comes into focus a forgotten ridge
as compact church of irrigation
except the top of the roof of the parlour
remote lakefront odor worthy of strange openness in marshes