In Search of Scraps (a proposed painting for the Legislative Assembly of Prince Edward Island)

I’m not here to paint sunsets, sand dunes,
or grinning, freckled redheads for posters,
but I’ll show you the fox limping on asphalt

in its trot between bin after bin of waste
in search of scraps to regurgitate to its kits.
And I’ll show you the homeless eyes watching

the fox between impatient scans of sidewalks
for any cigarette butt with two drags left.
I’ll show you the teenage girls with their big

purses slung over their shoulders filled with
their necessities: snarls of tissue, Vaseline,
KY, condoms, and blackening crack pipes.

So for you, a painting of the Charlottetown we
see every day—I’d work in the oils of your words,
but I wish this piece to last longer than a breath.

About John MacKenzie

I'll mumble for ya. Poetry, plus most things quantifiable: science, neuroscience, memory, epistemology, baseball. And so on.
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