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This spring made winter an insulting opening offer, now the passing lane
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is getter harder to negotiate, thawing out and icing up again.
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Past the Mint, where a circle of provincial flags
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are flagging in the front yard,
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tired of trying to make us think that it hasn't always been so hard.
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The sky looks seasick on the boxcar sway,
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where the Atlantic and Pacific are the very same far away.
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So the sun pulls me out a bit and lets me go, and I'm a vacuum power cord
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in the back of that van full of kids cleaning carpets for the Lord,
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and I make a little list of sounds I've found have comforted us in the past:
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the roar of the rumble strips, and the Mennonite metre of the flood forecast,
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or how the wind strums on those signs that say
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the Atlantic and Pacific are the very same far away.
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Steer this boat around the snow plow spray
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while the Atlantic and Pacific are the very same far away.
