Barome Iginla

   imagine
    a pathway from an asphalt lot

 the asphalt rolls beyond
 and on,
 under bridge
   past track and train
 spreads,
         asphalt is all
           the crag canada shape
             of the land
        cold   tongues of tar to the
        brill bream   ocean
  it crusted black rubber wave cake
  grimitar teeth atlantic
  blacktop boiled pacific

asphalt hills
asphalt valleys

  angle and turn
  to the city
  asphalt alleys
  are vanilla
       ice cream
        walls

a figure in white showy macaroon cottons
       hood and fleece red gloves
      saxophone and stick
     sister stride
      skinny
    lampwick pride
   off she goes
     on she went
          on dunk, on goal, on crowd, on blacktop ice
          medallion discipline

    a chosen note
   pressed for flat brass
 squeezed to gold clef
 buttered barometric baritones

an ocold New York Show

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