Canadiens, Canadiens, Canadiens
June 21, 2010, by Homme De Sept-Iles
a parade of ships
a cascade memoir
an ocean of pearls, a bag of ice
this team, these pucks, this province
are thine
and a rhyme
a state of mirth
shoulders and tweed
magnificent and tragic
the fir snowtops
vos glorieux
the voices of radio doom
move sticks
over the moon
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3 comments
sounds nice-desriptive, wordy, i like stars, i dont watch hockey but all sports have a mystical reality to em that i think life-being-energy can be felt when embracing a sport. spirit.
Thanks. You are a bit of a mystic yourself, aren’t you. I think your point is interesting; what does mystical reality mean to you? Ethereal? Other-worldy? Surreal?
Two stars? Hum. You are setting my bar high. Fine.