Algoma Guardian

 

She’s bound for Toledo riding

low with grain, slipping through

fine blue capillary that splits

the difference between Belle Isle and Windsor

Canada keeping a low profile

to the south forever

confounding us.

 

N   A   I   D   R   A   U   G      A   M   O   G   L   A

 

emerge one by one from behind

a clump of trees in the middle

distance, tidy Canadian houses

gobbled like so many pills

hull bleeding rust

I stand witness

to silent progress

her steady down bound passage.

 

 

Durable Medical Equipment

 

Standard kit; four wheels and a hand

brake, tubular construction in sober

parsons black with a lick

of chrome fittings, she’s low

to the ground and tight

on the turns with a basket

up front, padded kneeler in back,

our Mardis Gras float, I’ll ease her in

behind the Krewe of Mona Lisa and Moon Pie

while you slosh hurricane and wave

to the joyous, drunken throngs.

 

Dave Hardin

Dave Hardin is a Michigan poet, fiction writer and artist.  His poems have appeared in 3 Quarks Daily, The Prague Review, The Drunken Boat, Hermes Poetry Journal, The Dunes Review, Epigraph Magazine, Loose Change, ARDOR, Carolina Quarterly, The Madison Review, the 2014 Bear River Review and others.

 

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