Wilderness
David Dodd Lee

For weeks it was too hot to breathe.
And you couldn't walk anywhere, or if you did
the trees looked awful, blue and sticky,
your skin turning clammy with dirt and sweat.

Then one night the temperature
dropped into the low forties.
The moon rang above the television set
like a snapshot through cold, clear Canadian air,
and white smoke curlicued out of my neighbor's
cinder block chimney
writing loops before the stars.

ISBN 1-882983-47-5
27 pages/$6