The Icelandic Canadian - 01.06.2004, Page 40

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THE ICELANDIC CANADIAN
Vol. 58 #4
Poetry
Under Cover
somehow my feeble
breathless grip
on the pole
was just enough
to shake my bedside table
toppling my water bottle
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dissolving my dopamine pill
fallen on the floor
now trickling pale yellow
underneathe my bedside rug
there to remain
with the other sweepings
and secrets of my life
hidden, undercover
waiting for my besieged brain
to recall an echo of
some long forgotten pattern of movement
allowing me to replace
the precious dopamine
so I can forget again
© February 2004
- by Fred D. Anderson