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