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Silver ribbon Assiniboine a sash for a city--a Ceinture Fléchée tied into the Red just off Highway 1           You leak into the topsoil            in the place you call home           and come back up a street map           with fingerprint roads I remember the way you'd trace these out on my back with fingertip pencils--cartographer's hands-- Bird's Hill and Lag' and Portage and Corydon      laid 'em down in my veins      just under my skin Where are you tonight, in your smiling Great City? Crossing the bridge and inhaling the skyline? Or walking the river in my iced over thoughts? Maybe walking, mid-tempo, around KP mall? Those hipsters in Osborne Village           and Wolsely had nothing on us, did they?                     Cooler than Main                               on the 1st of the year I trickled away                     and I leaked into topsoil enjambed between rhymes in apology poems. An Irish Goodbye; a blip on the radar stopped flashing to fade off the map of your streets. Our voices still echo, our spectres still haunt Dollaramas and sidewalks, Tim Horton's and pubs Our hands still lace up--at least so in theory Perimeter Highway's still traced on my back.           Here's hoping our avenues           meet again soon.           Here's hoping that luck can outrun shortcomings           one more time.
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Jul 15, 2014
Jul 15, 2014 at 1:59 PM UTC
Canadian Shield, Irish Goodbyes
Silver ribbon Assiniboine a sash for a city--a Ceinture Fléchée tied into the Red just off Highway 1           You leak into the topsoil            in the place you call home           and come back up a street map           with fingerprint roads I remember the way you'd trace these out on my back with fingertip pencils--cartographer's hands-- Bird's Hill and Lag' and Portage and Corydon      laid 'em down in my veins      just under my skin Where are you tonight, in your smiling Great City? Crossing the bridge and inhaling the skyline? Or walking the river in my iced over thoughts? Maybe walking, mid-tempo, around KP mall? Those hipsters in Osborne Village           and Wolsely had nothing on us, did they?                     Cooler than Main                               on the 1st of the year I trickled away                     and I leaked into topsoil enjambed between rhymes in apology poems. An Irish Goodbye; a blip on the radar stopped flashing to fade off the map of your streets. Our voices still echo, our spectres still haunt Dollaramas and sidewalks, Tim Horton's and pubs Our hands still lace up--at least so in theory Perimeter Highway's still traced on my back.           Here's hoping our avenues           meet again soon.           Here's hoping that luck can outrun shortcomings           one more time.
#relationships#memories#nostalgia#regrets#mistakes#streets#names#maps#manitoba#winnipeg
kyle-kulseth
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Jul 15, 2014
Jul 15, 2014 at 1:59 PM UTC
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