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Robert Martin Evans :: VARIOUS POSTPOSITIONS


Again
how
we
came
left
over

Present
half of 
some
thing
any
thing
full
before

Day
the
soil 
below
the
sky
above

Where
I am
and you
are
at

Water
like
air
we
settle
in
to

Waiting
for
it to
happen
guiding
us
along


Robert Martin Evans is a freelance translator and editor. His poetry has appeared in Vallum, Topograph and Oratorealis, and as one of the Wall Poems of Charlotte. In 2012, he was longlisted for the CBC Poetry Prize. He is a member of the selection committee at bywords.ca.


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