<div class="page side-photo"> <article> <div class="image" style=" background-color:#fff; background-image:url(/uploads/54edde3e366e5.jpg); background-position: 14% 48%; "></div> <div class="container" style="background-color: #fff;"> <header style="font-family: Crete Round; color: #000;"> <h1>Presence </h1> </header> <!-- /header --> <div class="main"> <p class="summary" style="color: #000;">[Originally Published in Issue 3] </p> <p class="byline">Carter Vance </p> <p>T<span style="font-family: Georgia;">aking the express bus from Battle River to <br> Swastika, the reversed magnetic rail from Paris to <br> Luxembourg, same windy wind of shielding<br> tundra held out cutting wire, stake pins<br> put through the permafrost in four foot's depth, <br> I watched ice fractles form mathematic on windowpane, <br> haunting plains from here to Rosetown.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: Georgia;">The last of the city lights fading in 2­for­1 vodka <br> bottles, in tin­crinkle of cough drop packages, <br> only long­vanished heavens, bleaching shine of colours <br> only drawing closer shades of Winter's paradise <br> only damning in faint feeling one­time echo of <br> voice in the rumble of car on concrete, crossing the 417. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: Georgia;">Your presence consumes this place as four strong <br> winds, forever bonded to the lonesome glint of <br> overpass lines, ghostly pastures spread about <br> in the dancing of fireflies on Northlander conductor <br> wheels; your breath in the exhaust of stream trailing <br> through yonder nighttime's soul­dark, clouding </span></p><p><span style="font-family: Georgia;">above Thunder Bay in its diamond­rough keeping. <br> I wanted to take a train car all out to Bonavista, <br> the taste of salt and cod fishery encircling me, <br> body swamped in Atlantic's dead­end depth. <br> I'd still know tones heavy in the way you spoke<br> about chopping of evergreen trunks; I'd hear it, <br> even in the cedars of Lebanon.</span></p> </div> </div> </article> </div><!-- /page-->
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