Shades of elections past
calling to our memories
MacLeod Street, at dusk.

(from Tales of Persepolis)

Meredith Luce sings
but too much guitar volume
drowns out her fine voice.

(from Tales of Persepolis)

Carefully, he looks,
his eyes tight against the sun,
the porch is still safe.

(from The Breakfast Table of Archibald Lampman, 3d edn)

Outcast in a tree,
but with a very good view.
September morning.

(from Tales of Persepolis)

Under lily pads
lurk leeches, steel, water snakes.
Elections begin!

(From the Tales of Persepolis: Cottage Verse)

cup, with its saucer,
challenging the green forest,
basking in its glow.

(from Pacific Poems: First Essays)

Blonde piper, solo,
practises in the afternoon,
Mid-August, warm sun.

(from Tales of Persepolis)

What strange apparition
on seaweed trampling, takes hold
that Sunday morning?

(from Pacific Poems: First Essays)

Fulford mojito...
sip in the late afternoon
Gold, green, and Kelly.

(from Pacific Poems: First Essays)

Clavicles at dusk;
a sign to go indoors now.
Mosquitoes in June.

(from The Breakfast Table of Archibald Lampman, 3d edn)

mourning another
chai stretches out his left paw
hostas surround him

(from Tales of Persepolis)

Two Girl Guides Cookies...
causing much gastric distress.
Thursday afternoon.

(from the Song of the Bureaucrat, Vol III)

Revving up her bike
Demon Rupi in stirrups
Denizens Tremble

(from the Song of the Bureaucrat, Vol III)

Clouds, scarlet and puce,
loom over our cubicles.
Victoria Day.

(from the Song of the Bureaucrat, Vol III)

Arising at dawn
preparing the cat's breakfast.
he sits, quite blasé

(from the Breakfast Table of Archibald Lampman, 3d edn)

Elm Street cats happy,
The snow has gone far away.
Birds on their wires.

(from The Breakfast Table of Archibald Lampman, 3d edn)

O Slugs of Navarre!
A model for the pilgrim,
steadily crawling.

(from Camino Poems: the Walking Cycle)

Cannibals worry
like all, about calories.
Then sometimes they splurge.

(from The Song of the Bureaucrat, Vol III)

Five at my table
Four of us wear spectacles
Another, glass-free.

Grandfather Wong sits,
rises, looks out the window.
This change is not good.

(from West to Babylon)

Ten centimetres
as I went out this morning.
Very late for work.

(from The Breakfast Table of Archibald Lampman, 3d edn)