SPRING IN EDMONTON

Some of the trees have buds

Majestic V’s honking Canadian Geese can be glimpsed in the sky

I’m not wearing a jacket

Neither am I wearing shorts

It’s too soon for Dionysian ecstasy

My eyes squint as the brilliant sun shines above the horizon line

When it used to be night a month back

Winter’s sand remains on the roads

Even though they drive the street-cleaners late at night

It feels like I have more energy

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