True North
by Richard Stolorow

Somewhere from his law exacting heart
and practical albeit car-camping mind
because we were in Canada and might canoe
he had me ask them what the correction was
for the magnetic pole.  I felt the fool

and suffered his pretense and set up tent
and drank and ate and slept
in the glorious north country.
I loved him still, like the mist
settling on the lake at dusk
though privately I scoffed, his constant toys—
the car, the boat, the blonde.  I admit

I envied him and struggled with philosophy.
What was happiness after all?
Adrift in my simpler life I reached
for notions that would secure me.
I couldn’t hold them and still love.
Something invisible drew me out of true.
And there was no correction.




                        ________________________


Richard Stolorow has worked as an English teacher, handyman,
concierge, and book clerk.  His fiction and poetry have been published
in a dozen or so literary magazines.  He currently lives in Providence,
Rhode Island.  


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Apple Valley Review:
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Volume 2, Number 2
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