The poet and his sky

Al Purdy was the uncommon poet
Of many times,who shared my sky.

His mirror is lying , gathering dust,
In dusty attic of unknown archives.

His repair man atop a church spire
Spelled threat of an imminent fall.

Man is hammering away at his sky.
Perhaps he will not fall , Mr. Purdy.

Remembering the great Canadian poet Al Purdy (1918-2000)

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