for Ron and Patti
When are you coming home?The baby blanket is waiting.
Spring is back and
geese are water dancing
our lake heaves and groans
highways are blessed by skunks
and roadkill gophers and deer feed
the starved ravens, magpies
all the way to Calgary.
Racoons sound like Joni Mitchell's
smokers meow song racing
around our house
the going-away snow sprinkles
and the snow's waist line is shrinking
coyotes cross our groaning lake
race across the bare hills.
When are you coming home?
-Louise Bernice Halfe
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