Monday, 4 April 2016


the thing about spring here is that there is a lot of dust
a lot
also gravel...sand...little remnants of what laid beneath the snow for many months
so you'll encounter things like puddles, crocuses, sunshine and birdsong
but also gusts that will envelope you curb side in the wake of city buses peeling away
it just comes with the territory
and it's easy to forget in the urban scheme of things that we're here
in the prairie grid
so at least for me the next time that i'm out on the street and a little wind whirl
flies some grit between my teeth
i'll do my best to remember my place in the scheme of things
to embrace it all
in all its dusty glory
thankful for a whirlwind and not a tornado
however gritty
no place like home

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