This is the poem that earned me a Rhysling nomination a couple years ago and is the one I read at the only poetry reading I’ve ever done (at the World Fantasy Convention in Calgary). I like it. A lot. Though now, after several years of reading it over and over for various reasons, I find it difficult to resist the urge to edit it. Ya know, just take out a comma, or tweek a word. This is why I don’t usually read my work after it’s been published
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