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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