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A Quarterly Journal
Jeffrey Woodward, Founder & Owner
Ray Rasmussen, General Editor

Volume 11, Number 3, September 2017
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David McMurray
Maple Lake, Ontario, Canada


The Cottage Up North Shore Road

Now that grandma and grandpa have gone, heading north to the cottage has become just a hassle. The kids put up a fuss. There's so much to do in the city, "There's not even Wi-Fi up there." Packing the SUV takes forever.

why the spotted fawn
accepts the outstretched lily
from an open hand . . .
summers full of loneliness
reflected in the old pond

But years ago, after mom and dad left in the station wagon to beat the rush back to Toronto, man-o-man would we party. We could squeeze every minute from that last evening of the summer. We skinny-dipped in full view of the harvest moon. We cleaned out the fridge. Cooked up anything we could think of that was round. We ate burgers topped with sliced tomatoes, skewered sweet potatoes, and flamed marshmallows on the campfire.

Before locking the door to the cottage for another year, one by one, we lined up around a huge rock to recite poetry under the shimmering moonlight.

donning black leathers
the motorcycle riders
kick-starting autumn
po-potato-potato
po-potato-potato


Editor's Note: For another example of David McMurray's use of his innovative phrase "po-potato-potato," please see the blog journal NeverEnding Story (July 2, 2017).

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