
field notes
yellow threaded quilts
groceries
champagne
copycats
clouded
pinhole
at last, snow
plows fumbling
down streets
a memory theatre
things by my bedside
teabags, barrettes
things in the corner
all the same colour
suitcase, type
writer wooden box
bright pale blue, there-
like siblings.
snow funny under
in my navy madeline
coat, on ice shuffling
today missing
my dad.
memories of the future
how remembering one thing
is at least two
things.
monet- boulevard st.denis,
argenteuil, in winter (1875)