folio : Forty-five Ottawa poets
Potager
Day 1: start all those seeds.
Day 2: oh right, the labels.
When can we eat it?
Not yet says the asparagus.
You with the answers:
The fiddleheads still have questions.
Touch is always reciprocal:
the theory of old raspberry canes.
I accidently cut a worm in half:
the piece with all the hearts disappears first.
Rhubarb a girlfriend gave me long ago
still tastes like rhubarb.
The garden gnome reports every absence
so I got rid of him.
One radish, then another.
Ate them both.
Bees sleep inside the long squash flowers.
Whatever we dream, will use us.
Karen Solie Discovers Leal Rental, 2026 (construction with miscellaneous garden debris, on basswood).
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Monty Reid is an Ottawa poet. His new book, Intelligence 1.1, is forthcoming from The University of Calgary Press.
