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algonkin matala algonkin matala

the train rolls grey lichen grey lichen

the window Ontario my memory it jabs me

the train rolls Santorini

we’re bathing it’s night time

the sea’s phosphorescent

our arms linked together

we dance in the soft light

four strangers all timid

to face all this sweetness

Ontario atlantis algonkin matala

the train rolls my memory the window

it jabs me the ocean at night time

Ontario grey lichen grey lichen grey lichen…

- Claudia Lapp
HONEY, Vehicule Press, 1977

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