Russ Rickey

another folk fest

will and way
cut thru calgary sky
wind catches note
voice whispers

another year on island
prairie miss
take this garden
bridged between river

you came to mic
guitar sling set
rasp voice anguish
another drunken break

two cigarettes and bottle
sling story across table
smack of insolence
crush in the air

cracks under facade
mirror me this instant
deep set eyes blackened
speak volumes in silent gasps