Poem: ‘Cat’s-Eye’
Michael Symmons Roberts, 4 July 1996
There was a scramble for mementos when the road across the border was smashed up, and there was no way in or out of this province of great lakes and mountains. High on a terraced garden, where potatoes and carrots have begun to replace blooms, a broken cat’s-eye lies in its hand-sized block of rusted iron, and blinks at the house lights every night unseen. Close up, it’s like a...