john bart gerald and julie maas
posted Dec. 3, 2019
an ottawa dawn, by john bart gerald
with respect i note to the south
our house is falling down
this north american house called libertyon the deck in the almost dark
i watch seagulls from the ottawa river
careen, their wings white in the dawn's early light
screeing as though the sleepers are dead fisha lone crow takes exception
the reappearing noble crow
holds fast to the last shadow of night
fading with blackness into flightand then the sky opens
as if the northern sun
can save us from loving