Binoy Zuzarte

Preservation Efforts

Every note the bottom of a teacup:
to be in the leaves of what was.

I have a thing for trees, as if unique.
Yet it mattered to birds and mangoes.

I try not to think about the numerical side
of forecasts, carelessly wise like a fish

caught then tossed back to sea.
What days we took out, meaning

life a rare tome lent
then due too soon and now,

what archaeology takes out
of ice. Avois! A voice

in endangered language. All things
I rushed to record on my phone

to save humanity from extinction.
Not least donkey’s wedding, pinned,

for every time the sun sees rain
through a crack in the blinds

and—mulish, naked, weary—
goes walking anyway.

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Binoy Zuzarte (he/him) is a writer and creative director. His work has appeared in Arc Poetry, Hart House Review, as well as In-Between, an art show centred on the immigrant experience. He lives in Toronto with his partner and their dog, Panko.