Dog Days
Summer yawning across the doorway.
Every honeyed minute filtered through
a thousand leaves. I sprawl & swelter.
There is not enough lake for my doubt.
Mist in its slow procession. The forest in
its hover. Made a sketch by distance.
Believing this beauty would be too much.
The woods have made me an atlas of unrest.
Topography of itch/swell/burn. The sun and its
single flaming tear. Tree and all her feathers.
Slow twitch of August sky. Lovely in its mottle,
its jagged. Black lace canopy. A handfull of sand,
infinite and gone.
Poems in Passage
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Design and layout by Marissa Korda and Marta Ryczko
Picture of the Dog Days Poems in Passage ad taken on the Toronto subway in February, 2025.
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