2 teens in sundresses pushing a stolen shopping cart into the Bow River
time’s a runny egg yolk
always on brown toast
honey & oats
medieval peasant teachings made fancy-like
nourishment begins with the mind at rest
sit on a riverbank
watch untied laces trace picasso’s nudes in the dirt
an ant duets with a black beetle carcass
wrapped around a cigarette butt
late afternoon dressed up like early morning
there’s no safeway or sobeys nearby
contemplating universal mysteries such as:
– does a poached egg taste better on rye?
– where did they get that shopping cart?
– where will the rust lead them to rest?
– of all the trees, why do the magpies perch on the logo’d
handlebars peeking out from
the pebbley shallows?
Calum Robertson is a part-time book reader, full-time tea-drinker, riverbank daydreamer from Calgary, Canada. Their work has been previously featured in Tofu Ink Arts Press and deathcap (by Coven Editions). They hope to be reincarnated as a dove, next time around.
Image by Georges Grondin, Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons
