Cereal and yogurt, milk and a spoon

The bland, vanilla taste
of Ontarian boyhood
remains in my mouth

The difference extreme
from Nova Scotia
at first

Alone, the silence fragrant with
the death of all snows
She took my hand and led me to new knowledge
Believed in me
Though she barely knew my name
and in vast betrayal I have
forgotten hers

Rigid hot earth
that became highway
Carry me back
for just a little while
Cradle me
in creepers
Clothe me
in mud

Make me forget
___that I have known
______cell phones
______shuttles
______sex
______and death
______and taxes
all.