Thursday, April 29, 2010

Pat Lowther, and a song.

A reading last night, at Audrey's, on Jasper, in Edmonton.
Christine Wiesenthal launched The Collected Works of Pat Lowther (NeWest Press).
You were not there.
There was a line I wanted to present to you, after, over a pint.
The hockey game had ended. (The Habs won.)
It was something about owning. Something like: "I am terrible at owning things."
Today I cannot find it, though the book is here, and I've turned the pages twice through.
I give you something yellow instead:
I think you are a shaggy flower;
where I've touched you
my hands are yellow
(Pat Lowther)

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