The Seamy Side.

• Author: Mirosevich, Toni
• Position: Poem - Poem

The Seamy side We travel fast, tickety boo, along the track, the passage of time, of town, one long continuous thread across the continent--golden or violet, a little piping along the sleeve or seam of Canada. From this vantage point, everything seems small, itty bitty farms and fields, and seems becomes a word that begins to repeat, without the confidence of is, giving nod to the idea that what we're seeing is only the first layer, the casual observation, the oh, look there, what one can ascertain at first glance. Does the overuse of seems come from having been proven wrong, time and time again, that our assumptions are often faulty, wonky, off the mark? Or is it that the word is so useful--we take a look at the seam of life or the seam of an envelope, or a straight edged seam pressed into the trousers, as if viewing just the edge of something. What's desired is a larger view, yes, that, and seamless transitions, as in the execution of the double salchow went seamlessly or from the gallows to hanging the execution seemed to go very well indeed. All the way across Canada we never saw a Mountie but we saw a moose, an elk, an eagle, and what looked like a...