By Toklas blee@direct.ca
Date: 2 February 2001

Ellipsis

That one, he left off; abandoned her by omission
somewhere between three small dots
in a stretch of miles strung like crazed lights
blinking from Atucatiquini to Yauna Moloca.

You can fall off the earth at Torquato Severo
where the music of troubadours steal maps, roads
and latitudes. If you trek far enough, you can fall off
Wednesday and wake up in Chunchula.

But upstairs, where you can see the Fraser River
crisscross the forty-eighth parallel, its Friday.
We cuddled in gaudy french provincial
and loved in the gardens at Quesada.

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