Boxing Day
by Leo Boix
We climbed to the top
of Parliament Hill, murmuring
words like mausoleums
kites suspended in disguise
the wind picked up, and suddenly
the sun revealed your face
and the mask faded
into the serenity of the sky.
We climbed to the top
of Parliament Hill, murmuring
words like mausoleums
kites suspended in disguise
the wind picked up, and suddenly
the sun revealed your face
and the mask faded
into the serenity of the sky.