It spins, leaves afterburn snakes deking in the sky
cigarettes floating down from windows of an old hotel.
Pork gristle skewers wrapped in flatbreads sold by the bandstand
a blues trio bending harp notes around the speaker’s woof.
At dusk, our hands move again: stone ripples echo and collide--
the duck pond rolling up reflections of firefly faces.
David Barrick’s poetry appears in The Fiddlehead, The Malahat Review, Event, Prairie Fire, The Antigonish Review, and other literary magazines. He teaches and writes in London, Ontario, where he is Managing Director of the Poetry London reading series. His first chapbook is Incubation Chamber (Anstruther Press, 2019).