after heavy rain, water
vapour
thick as a slur
geese drunk on something
that makes them bay like dogs
My mother
deep into her tipple
gave us ten
good years
the day after
we threw
our love in her face
If I were her
little duck, she was
my mother goose
How many miles to Babylon?
Can I get there by candlelight?
Barely a trace
of frost now
that the sun’s
over the yard arm
a good time
to harvest
the last
of the basil and sage
Archer Lundy (aka Anne Archer) lives on unceded Algonquin Territory north of Kingston, Ontario. She is the author of three books of poetry including EMMALINE/EVANGELINE (Woodpecker Lane Press, 2023). Her recent poems appear in Pinhole, In the Mood Magazine, Anti-Heroin Chic, and Devour.