At Four­teen

Prairie Fire - - TABLE OF CONTENTS - JAC­QUI SMYTH

In the sev­en­ties, hous­ing de­vel­op­ments

(Kens­ing­ton Homes, Castle­wood Homes,

com­pa­nies my fa­ther works for as a

real es­tate sales­man) trans­form our town

into a sub­ur­ban land­scape; in ev­ery di­rec­tion

we walk past the framed floor plans

of our fu­ture.

(It’s true this might be

the stuff of com­pli­cated nar­ra­tives.)

In

River Heights and Tuxedo kids swim

their in-ground pools; un­der the cover

of night, we walk the wood planks, en­ter

the next mo­ment through half-framed

door­ways, then dip in, pass the mickey,

and front-crawl through the liq­uid

air, scrap­ing the base­ment with our

wran­gler-clad knees, breast strokes

tak­ing us from the shal­low

into the deep end of 360s.

How beau­ti­ful it is, lost and lonely,

and passed out on the con­crete floor.

Newspapers in English

Newspapers from Canada

© PressReader. All rights reserved.