inspired by a road trip across canada - 2001
The times are changing out here.
Growing
& molding.
Slowly.
Yearly.
Progressively more Green.
Younger.
More naive.
Slowly decaying
green with algae.
Old age.
Northern Canada moving West.
Crouching toward the new country.
Pass Deception Bay on the 17
and hope the coast will be there
when you get there.
The farmers here
are stowing snow-plows
and shipping off their cows.
In Prawda,
plastic horses
now don the lawn,
a new kind of stoicism
is catching on.
A disgruntled ploy
to clammer on.
Hoofs rattle
as the SUV pulls out;
on its way to flatten forests
for American pay.
A new type of acquisition
staggers drunk
onto the highway;
shouting for freedom
from the future;
Face down,
clasping patches
of band-aid pavement,
to nurture nature's
trans-canadian ailment.
And we drive,
waiting for the puss to dry,
with windows rolled down
side to side.