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Wildly waving trees scrape the house; sudden rain. [Calgary, April 1st] |
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Ragged, dirty three flags wave welcome, southern neighbour! [Calgary, April 2nd] |
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Dawn voices chatter from the trees, footsteps. [Calgary, April 3rd] |
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Lying asleep bare leg curled... a pillow in her arms. [Calgary, April 4th] |
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Snowy peaks far, far off, faded to sky blue. [Calgary, April 5th] |
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Robin redbreast sweetly serenades me ice scraping. [Calgary, April 6th] |
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A pas de deux, but Death steals the girl and dances her. [Calgary, April 7th] |
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Bright blue, a new-washed car... the only one. [Calgary, April 8th] |
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Flakes of snow drift from a greying sky, melting on my hand. [Calgary, April 9th] |
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Far ahead the dark road dips and lights appear. [Calgary, April 10th] |
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Blue horizon, two tall cranes stir... mountains disappear. [Calgary, April 11th] |
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Light snow falling, melting, freezing: dormant buds. [Calgary, April 12th] |
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Nothing but white outside my cold window-- a memory of trees. [Calgary, April 13th] |
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...box it, label it, stack it, box it, label it, stack it... "Faster!" [Calgary, April 14th] |
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Pause for a moment on the stairs... cart's loaded... breathing slows. [Calgary, April 15th] |
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A sea of boxes fill my huge garage... washer hoses? [Calgary, April 16th] |
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Hazy evening... dry brown grasslands, twisting river. [Calgary, April 17th] |
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Wet leaves brown beneath the trees, rising tulips. [Calgary, April 18th] |
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Golden sunlight across the silent prairie, straight road. [Calgary, April 19th] |
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Distant mountains softened by golden haze, shining water. [Calgary, April 20th] |
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Movers gone bare walls, clear floor spacious once more. [Calgary, April 21st] |
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Gentle wind stirring the dry stalks; they rustle. [Calgary, April 22nd] |
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Confident voices sing joyful halleluiahs-- thanks to Handel. [Calgary, April 23rd] |
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Spilled light lines of orange dots, a map in the dark. [Montreal, April 24th] |
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Grey sky water surface reflecting gentle ripple. [Montreal, April 25th] |
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Fast taxi, dirty grey concrete tangled roads. [Montreal, April 26th] |
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She pauses wine glass at her lips considers, smiles. [Calgary, April 27th] |
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Bells swing, ring in slow patterns; the tower trembles. [Calgary, April 28th] |
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Tracing contours on an old explorers' map, imagining mountains. [Calgary, April 29th] |
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A distant honk-- skimming the rooftops, one lone goose. [Calgary, April 30th] |
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