Text Box: SPRINGTIME IN THE BYWARD MARKET Behind the restaurant, in the mongrel alley sap thaws and flows in the loneliest tree heroine surging junky veins. Like wings of a bird that ate plastic and starved, spring flutters in its branches, a tattered grocery bag crinkling in the breeze, a fresh season’s flag. Along the nascent curb, sidewalk and street, pop cans, condoms, wrappers and butts, bloom from receding snow banks, tentative, sweet. They honk like homeward bound geese, these homeless wretches, high over market in mouthwash ecstasy, then rot in the litter, bedded down with last year’s leaves.

Jesse Ferguson is a poet and musician from Cornwall, ON.  He is a consulting editor for Quills Canadian Poetry Magazine and is on the editorial boards of the Ottawa literary journals Yawp and Bywords.  In the fall of 2006 he intends to begin research for a PhD dissertation on the work of Irving Layton.

I See a Darkness

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