Sport 14: Autumn 1995
Graham Lindsay — Canopy
Graham Lindsay
Canopy
Beautifully drawn
houses, each
with a lapful of sunshine.
Consummate small talk—
animals, mechanics, offers
of assistance, love.
Like the trees
the people regale
each other with song:
If you love
someone, if you
love someone….
In a field of the imagination
boots, jeans part the grass
green, damp, buttercup-entwined.
The song is about death. The people—
dyed-in-the-wool lovers of small—are moved
to a landscape vegetative and light.
The boy is enchanted, he could
die in that song.
Lips curled over her voice
eyes narrowed, accusatory, the girl
steps back off the beautifully drawn
porch onto shingle fine and familiar
with tiny star-like sorrel
into the bush backwards, perhaps
juggling her hands.