By Toklas
Date: 23 December 2000
Aubade
Comes morning, cloaks and curtains freshening
on the Fraser. Over tugs and booms,
dancers on logs half swallowed
in patches of fog, sparsens light.
There, where the rushes elongate,
reflection stretching into one-limbed
exclamations punctuated here and there
with curving submersion of branch and twig,
a David asked an Alice for a peach.
Feasts of reply resound on banks,
on stone seeding disrobed sand.
She cupped the pit; morning
gifted, parting.
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