forty years later
i discover how much
i miss the Ontario countryside
flat, never ending
i miss the fresh lakes
in the Muskokas
the pine trees
the maple in its Autumn jacket
i miss the long straight roads
the comforting flatness
i miss the Canadian me that
i had found less romantic
Italy is a beautiful dream
i must awake from
a long, lovely dream
i keep refusing to
forget
Pubblicato in Writing Beyond History. An Anthology of Prose and Poetry, Montreal, Cusmano, 2006
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