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this poem was selected to displayed on 700 buses in 13 cities across Canada for the Poetry In Transit project in 2013: http://www.artintransit.ca/archives/portfolio/poetry-in-transit-2013-2014
Still Life
A painting of fruit hangs
on the wall of our living room.
Morning sun seldom comes here.
Moon offers a drowsy face.
Awake at midnight,
I find my silhouette drifting
on the waiting apples.
I mourn for them,
no better than their succulence on a kitchen plate—
Either they face the knife
or wait to decay.
from my book "Wings Toward Sunlight" (Mosaic Press 2011)
