Concession Road 7

lindsay and dad, shadows, january 2011

Untangling concession roads
from three o’clock shadows,
where the snow is up past my knees and drifting,
the edges of the afternoon
are sharper than
a quick breath in,
the blue and white
and leftover.

lindsay zier-vogel, old grave stone

Once upon a time, when my dad and I drove across the country, we stopped off somewhere in Manitoba where the sky was enormous and there was a really old cemetery that I didn’t want to leave. He found one that reminded him of that cemetery out near where he lives – northeast of Toronto – and we drove out there, armed with cameras (and knitting)…

lindsay zier-vogel, cemetery