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At night when everything is still
you can hear the wild river sing
tunes it taught the salty norsemen –
shape your sword into a paddle,
undo gretchen’s flaxen braids,
break your last good sickle
on the devil’s outcrop of pumice –
stories that chase their own tale,
a babble gone downstream
to the neighbouring town
boulder a bit rounder
in the light of dawn.

At night when everything is still
you can hear the star bells ringing,
dim-lit chapels in the firmament,
monastery adjoining the marketplace,
pinwheels and whirling carousels,
candy floss for the pink of heart.
As the celebrants dance in the street,
a moonbeam glints on the villain’s stiletto.
A chorus of policeman slinks onstage,
timpani grumble in the orchestra pit.
But the soprano will triumph
with her signature supernova.

Douglas Smith, formerly a teacher of Anthropology at York University, is a homeopathic physician.and author of several books on alternative medicine. It is claimed (although Dissident Voice has no proof of this!) that Doug and his partner grow the best garlic in Haliburton County. Read other articles by Douglas.