Four poems for Empty Mirror by rob mclennan • Empty Mirror

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1.

However quick, language still takes time

to adapt. Beautiful things, to wit: the colour
of a spring balm, a tongue. The amplification

of syntax. What have you.

2.

His hospital years: the median
of my father’s temperament. A memorial

of day’s events: Mythbusters, Dr. K’s
Exotic Animal ER, or the Smithsonian Channel,
multiple documentaries around Hitler,

and World War I trains. His days reduce
to a single floor: this radius of twenty feet,

and wheelchair jaunt up the lane
to the mailbox.

3.

It follows
that one speaks: the curl

of good will, vanished

from origins. Lament. I like
this universe. What shines

is the appeal.

4.

Oh, humanity. The season finale
is upon us.

About rob mclennan

rob mclennan currently lives in Ottawa, where he is home full-time with the two wee girls he shares with Christine McNair. The author of more than thirty trade Business Relationships of poetry, fiction and non-fiction, his most recent poetry titles include A halt, which is empty (Mansfield Press, 2019), Life Sentence, (Spuyten Duyvil, 2019) and Household items (Salmon Poetry, 2019). He spent the 2007-8 academic year in Edmonton as writer-in-residence at the University of Alberta, and regularly posts reviews, essays, interviews, and other notices at robmclennan.blogspot.com

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