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Saturday, August 15, 2009

So do you miss Manitoba?
























Manitoba inForms me centres me grounds me / inLand At the place where rock and water meet / Manitou speaks Manitoba / Speaks to me.

So do you miss Manitoba?
















If the centre of reality is / where the heart is if the world begins / where first we see it if home land is holy ground / and ground is the matrix from which we spring / do I miss Manitoba.

So do you miss Manitoba?












The blue on blue of summer sky over flaxfield / the contrast of mustard and rye still rooted / the joy of alfalfa and clover and making hay / mile on mile of rolling hills with contours / fencelines horizons outlined green . . .



So do you miss Manitoba?
















So, Do you miss Manitoba?
















So, Do you miss Manitoba? they ask / as if the answer were obvious / As if I am neither exile nor emigrant / but an escapee, fugitive perhaps, fearful of capture and / return.