island seed

Across the river
Canada
across the river
Detroit

Split, two halves of
the same apple
and the island seed
transplanted

I think of Dad
I can see for miles
the river is blue
horizon untouchable

Under the air
peppered with noiseless
seagulls

his demonic dreams
run awake with a sprained ankle

Island road takes a turn
crisp grass strolls
to the edge
where broken ice
floats still
until looked at

My father's eyes are
gentle

A beaten dog's