Couver, Stanley van

Maybe it’s not poisonous

These candy peach pastels
over ivory structures
glinting bright thoughts skyward

Harbour carpet fuzzing blue
with little puppy-boats frolicking
all the way through it

Silver lines, silver lines
tracing the truth
Of all the armor-plated spines
erecting this city of youth

Between the green of ever-been
Atop the island wall
Maybe after all we’ve seen
It’s not poison after all

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