Some prose-aic counterbalance from Canada is on the way, but for tonight, here’s one from the Great North:
Callous South’s caffeine bustle
quaking at border quarrel.
Marred by memory once more —
North crossed; confused accusal
with azimuth from compliment.
Turgid, frozen epistle,
beckoned by a befuddled
dismissal. This denial a —
Duel card house composed of fools,
a greased market appraisal
slicked quick by beverage, hot and
small. Roiled in tumult, soiled by
Filial material —
Sewn where South went North again
to mend soft strewn mistrust. Gave
boldly coiffed tea, not coffee.
Not sweet, but politely.