The Granary's Voice
With nightfall comes reflection.
Once the builders, traders, lever-pushers are gone
and have taken their noises with them,
we regain our voices:
The canal laps up whatever stars, leaves or raindrops he
can catch, then talks about becoming a river,
about hopping out of bed, one day;
of boldly flowing, where no bulldozer has gone before.
over unplucked strawberries,
brambles spill from flowerbeds
where bindweed triumphs.
An earlier version of this poem was used as song lyrics by the band Purty Violet.