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Board Administrator Username: mjm Post Number: 4654 Registered: 11-1998 |
Poem of the Week Montreal at Dawn Carole MacRury (Janis) Between bites of maple-buttered toast, I open the Vancouver Sun to find twenty-five hundred bodies in the pink, fetal-curled at dawn; young, old, big, small, with bowed backs and cracks exposed; all pressed skin to skin against the cold concrete of Place des Arts. Black and whites guard the edge of flesh, this photo shoot titled Nude adrift, this blossoming in shades of beige, peach, and buff. Hushed by remarkable sameness, they crouch, vulnerably juxtaposed in abstract design; mankind huddled against the harshness of the globe. I peer closer; try to separate limbs from this indecipherable mass, search for signs of humor, eroticism, a familiar face perhaps; for signs of individuality. Finally, I pinpoint a man, audaciously flat on his back. One, out of twenty-five hundred, he lies face up, watching the sun rise. |
