A Loon Call Echo and Fading Memories

At dusk
When the sky
Is a canvass
Of purple, pink, and red

I can hear
A loon call echo
In the traditional territory
Of the Anishinabe people

It fades away
Hiding in lakeshore bays
Muskeg
And rivers

Cradling
Drum beats
Of two hearts
And my recollections

If you could
Feel my memories

What would you say?

After we met
On Sunday afternoon

Reflecting
Three years passing
Our relationship
Frozen in the month of December

I still remember you