Digging holes in the town hall
Phantom birds flying through the atmosphere
Soft strands among the trees
Awake among the flames
hot breath in your dreams
A thick fog hides the smoke
Women wash red linens
in the cold of the lake
Feet caught in the undertow
In the roots of the willow tree
grow teeth and finger nails
Unearth the smell of dirt
In the flames. In the waves. In the sky. In the earth.
Where do our lost girls go?
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Taylor Marie Graham is a Dora nominated writer and educator living in Cambridge, Ontario/Haldimand Tract. At the University of Guelph, she holds an MFA in Creative Writing and is currently a Doctoral Candidate writing a decolonial and rural feminist analysis of the Blyth Festival Theatre. www.taylormariegraham.com
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