On Tuesday, March 14th, 2017, I went out for a walk, meandering around the neighbourhood (The Beltline, here in Calgary) gathering words on route with my phone camera. A few days later I wrote the following poem using some of those gathered words.
wait list
a wounded modifier, the text
like water
partners sound
sets aside knowledge
to pursue urban play
sharing the edge of audible wonder
small moves tap the Beltline
lean against micro memories
to remember a place
a moment
that space of bird and collision
here, simply delivered
