This spring made winter an insulting opening offer
Now the passing lane is getting harder to negotiate
Thawing out and icing up again
Past the Mint
Where a circle of provincial flags are flagging in the front yard
Tired of trying to make us think that it hasn't always been so hard

The sky looks seasick on the boxcar sway
Where the Atlantic and Pacific are the very same far away

So the sun pulls me out a bit and lets me go
And I'm a vacuum power cord
In the back of that van full of kids
Cleaning carpets for the lord
So I make a little list of sounds I've found
Have comforted us in the past
The roar of the rumble strips
And the Mennonite metre of the flood forecast

Or how the wind strums on those signs that say
The Atlantic and Pacific are the very same far away

Steer this boat around the snow plow spray
While the Atlantic and Pacific are the very same far away


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