when the snow fell
and the wind performed its tuneless dirge
between the runner rows where life walked
___was the proof
like a photo scribed in minutes
___ stretched in yards, printed fine
___ the snowflakes held with their very selves
___ the shape and honour of passing boots
___ the parallel lines of the sled dragged home
under the monocular gaze of a streetlamp
___ in whose sight it all went wrong
somewhere bells tinkled
___ coloured lights blinked drunken
___ a world stopped, ended
______ orbits changed
About Me
- Andy Byers
- Andy Byers was born. He was not a finalist for the 1994 Governor General's Award. Andy has not had several columns and articles published in The New Yorker and The London Times, nor is he the author of such novels as Stephen: A Journey's Windbag or The Hyphenated Erection. Andy is not an associate professor at the University of Toronto, where he does not teach Chauserian Middle English nor Renaissance Swedish Poetry. Andy does not reside in Kanata, Ontario, where he does not make his home with wife Temerity, son Christopher-Napoleon, nor a St. Bernard-Chihuahua mix named Boomer. At the time of writing, Andy Byers is, and hopes to continue.
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