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the sun came out like a lost language
breaking the street’s monotonous blather
of rain-echoed traffic
and silence at the altar
of the dearly departed Army & Navy
the sun unsealed the paintless sky,
its words had been waterlogged:
shine, together
the windows reflected tenacious hope
mouthing the words together
sunlight jangling like lyrics
with baseline of radiant heat
it filled the sidewalk with bodies
like a sunflower sowing seeds
planting my eyes in yellow and blue, without ceiling and without speech
as tree branches arch and beg for light,
my conduit limbs unfold to receive
phototropic poetry of the street
For the city of New Westminster, BC., on the unceded territory of the Coast Salish peoples, including the Qayqayt First Nation.
Jessica Lee McMillan © 2021
