Here is a poem that I wrote in the car on the way to Canmore:
The Last Trip
there was this time
when we drove right across Alberta
in one fell swoop
mountains
foothills
forests
prairies
you like the mountains.
you said you felt finite
under their looming grey stares
but I like the prairies best
because they make me feel free
-- heart opening across expanses of gold and green.
that was the last trip we ever took
before the end.
Wednesday, May 14, 2008
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