when you have no more use for the highway
turn right and cross the wide, empty path where
railroad tracks used to be (lift your feet, remember?)
and here it's safe, she said, to take off your seat belt
crawl up from the back seat of the aerostar van
curl up in her lap like you've missed her
these past two hours from so far away.
and when the lake comes into view at last,
sparkling blue-grey flanked by saskatoon trees
you're supposed to wave and feel like you are
coming home.
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