A Poem by Brenda Schmidt

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A Mining Town View of a Hot Holiday

A jet burns across the sunrise,
takes a shortcut across the north,

heading to Hawaii, Puerto Vallarta,
Bora Bora, or wherever people go,

its electrical wiring harness
controlling futures just so.

Between my fingers the contrail
is not much longer than the scar

a splash of molten slag left
on the arm that supports me.

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Brenda Schmidt

Brenda Schmidt is the author of four collections of poetry and a book of essays. She lives in Creighton, a mining town in northern Saskatchewan.