Two nights after Christmas. We are somnolent and turkey-stuffed. The booming draws us to the windows, the flashing lights keep us there. Fireworks! With each explosion, the snow covering Lac Brome lights up. The colours are something out of Breughel, bonfires beyond the trees. The frozen world glitters in the sudden light.
January Gulls
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In January, over the harbor,Gulls remember summer daysIn voices creaking
with ice. Bereft of mussels and minnows,Long beaks pry all afternoonAt the
belly o...
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