What appointments am I missing?
What year is it?
—What mission
am I setting out on
along this hallway/ highway/
—sky way?
Surely it is spring beyond
this corridor? Hope?
—Green. Leaf. Gap.
Holes
punched along the edges.
So much torn away.
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Alice Major’s tenth collection, Standard candles, is now available from the University of Alberta Press.
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