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Pitch

Lay it down, the shimmering glass.
The hooded flickering of the flat is for you, the
--------------------------hooded flame of the hole.
Way out there, don't tell.
You can see winter's limp and unshavedness
----------------moving on the hills; it doesn't
-------------------------know where to put its body.
Dark shifts of cranes in the valley.
Be quiet. Move up along the coyote edge, come up
-------------------along the left-hand bank to the best geese place
----------------------------------near the Métis winter camp graves.
Experienced light cruises the clay banks.
You must be this without knowing you are.
The river is gleaming with falling down,
-----------------------gold scar of current on its back.
Sandhill cranes on the dock scruffed islands.
A bigger dark comes in from a further place.

-Tim Lilburn, 2007