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Kicking Horse

Saint Paul, 24 May 2005
Remembering Richard Hugo's poems
I rest my pikestaff
Against a granite colossus
In defiance, a toast
I tip a metal flask of Jack
To the wilderness

Now reclined
On the cobbled banks
Of the Kicking Horse Reservoir
Sun morsels desert my pupils
I cook until dusk

In the mackinaw of nightfall
Conferences of carrion beetles
Prepare their nurseries
Opening my eye sockets
To some star-lit destiny

Nominated for a National Book Award, The Lady in Kicking Horse Reservoir
contains many of Richard Hugo's most loved and anthologized poems.