Day 8: Opening

driving down to red deer

in alberta’s april, sepia dry

the smell arrives first

through closed truck windows

ageless, immediate sour tang

somewhere there, toward the westering sun

tractor and disker pull open the season

generations of memory, cell by cell

leap to the ready; how we have changed

but how we remain tuned

to the first notes of scent

song of the opening land.

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