Summer Grass (by Roo Borson)
1The willows are thinking again about thickness,
2slowness, lizard skin on hot rock,
3and day by day this imaging transforms them
4into what we see: dragons in leaf, draped scales
5alongside the river of harried, spring-stirred silt.
6The magpie recites Scriabin in early morning as a mating song,
7and home is just a place you started out,
8the only place you still know how to think from,The rest of the poem cannot be displayed due to copyright restrictions.
Roo Borson, Short Journey Upriver Towards Oishida (Toronto: McClelland and Stewart, 2004). " target="_blank">This poem is reproduced on the Griffin Prize Web Site (from the winning volume on the Canadian Shortlist 2005).
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