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An ode to ÑÇÖÞÌìÌà Lake

Editor: Cinnamon toothpicks at Redwood, Ice fishing on shallow Co-op; everything the past said, should remain even though we grow up.

Editor:

Cinnamon toothpicks at Redwood, Ice fishing on shallow Co-op; everything the past said, should remain even though we grow up.

Skating forever on ÑÇÖÞÌìÌà the year it froze before it snowed; our inner Muriel Mould quickly learns as the past grows before you knowed.

Birthday fishing behind Babine, a Canada Day secret pact; now the scarred shards lean on pieces of the past left to act.

Walking to school down the gully, falling in sometimes, to dry socks later; pieces of industry, home, pull me. The East of ÑÇÖÞÌìÌà Lake cries, shocks, craters.

I love you ÑÇÖÞÌìÌà Lake

 

Byron Matthew Dyck

 

 



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