Pat Lowther, and a song.

A reading last night, at Audrey's, on Jasper, in Edmonton.

Christine Wiesenthal launched The Collected Works of Pat Lowther (NeWest Press).

You were not there.

There was a line I wanted to present to you, after, over a pint.

The hockey game had ended. (The Habs won.)

It was something about owning. Something like: "I am terrible at owning things."

Today I cannot find it, though the book is here, and I've turned the pages twice through.

I give you something yellow instead:

Song

I think you are a shaggy flower;

where I've touched you

my hands are yellow

(Pat Lowther)