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My Memories of Burnside’ by Travis Surgeoner
June 14, 2023
Let this be home the house we forever had
A box of lights, a jar of nails
Cat’s bones and feathers
An arm’s length in the chimney
Deep in the garden
The edges wander and blur
Convulus winds through the roses
The Violets drift
Spotting the ditches with colour beyond
The Canal
Some nights the fox slips by
In the blood orange lights
Leaving its kill in the wet pelt in the frost
The bones in the ceanothus becoming dust
The bright lights in the dark velvet sky
The stars shine bright
In the moon ray light
The pink cloud
In the everlasting sun
In this place my everlasting Burnside
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