April 1 2005 One-thousand five-hundred nineteen
daylong drive, imperial heart of this continent
how old
snow and cove ice in defeat
two-hundred odd years
now halfway, I smell diesel
fewer years in number than colonial scars
scoring and corroding lake land
basin marsh and field
all in cusp
self-regarding history
themes at season edge
parliament and revolution
geography tricking geology
world end
south of the border, I delight in nearing the ocean
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