a country barely older than the world's oldest person
younger than some of its trees
a nation and a people shaped by geography
prairies and mountains and lakes and oceans
small town manners
seeking concrete identity in a world of liquid change
donuts and pucks and maple leaves and beer
french and english and indigenous and more
many ancestors arrived by boat
seeking adventure, seeking identity
on a map the lines are so clear
that as an adult i still expect to see a black sharpie line on the road
as in my head i say "goodbye alberta, hello BC"
and the north remains a mystery, a fruit of ignorance
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