Sunday, August 27, 2006

two from rasputins

andrea banjoes heartbreak, sings a montreal cold storm
masters capo mathematics

some of this applicable
only in winter

like you she is
comfortable riding
the bus

a pair of sneakers
strung above
street lights show
walking down bronson
or is it up?

this is august
you continue
snowflakes of her voice
melting you down
to midnight

&&&

wind blown over bottle
anticipates an arrival

rozalind presses a pedal
to loop memory
fluted

an island where unwashed people
take her in

not toronto, not family

a microphone
guitar and small room
far from grey hound bus pass
small suitcase of lyric travels
for sale, a string of breaking
hearts

yes she calls ottawa

1 comment:

Rozalind MacPhail said...

Amanda,

I was so touched by this poem. Thank you for putting your beautiful thoughts into magical words. : )

It was so wonderful to see you again, even if it was for a short visit. Thank you for bringing the sunshine to our Rasputin's show. Will miss you but will look forward to seeing you again soon.

Many Hugs,

Love Rozalind