|Robert Currie served two terms as the Poet
Laureate of Saskatchewan and in 2009 received the Lieutenant
Governor’s Award for lifetime achievement in the arts. His seventh
book of poetry, The Days Run Away, appeared this year from Coteau
When my dad was drying dishes,
he’d hook his cane in his back pocket,
one hip cocked higher than the other
as he leaned over the sink for a plate.
The plate dry, he’d hitch himself toward
and add another to the stack of shining
At work he always hung his cane
on the right-hand corner of the desk
while he filled the ledgers of the
but the cane dangled, swinging, from his
when we played catch in the yard at home.
When I was in high school,
rushing from the Uptown Cafe,
my new friends and I howling at some joke
that one of the guys had just made up,
there he was, my dad, crossing the street,
the light already red, my dad trying to
his cane striking the pavement, thunk,
as he jerked himself toward the curb.
I told my friends I had to go,
then turned and walked the other way.
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