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.
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).