The yellow trees that turn and jut from between the townhouses
from between the tarped swimming pools and overcoats
and long boots
Driving in Southern Ontario to the artists' studios
Pack up, inhale the creative moisture at each stop
release it on the road
take some photos
Hold the nephew's hand as we navigate the pioneer village
"Are you sure you're warm enough?"
"Let's have some cedar tea."
"I used to come here when I was little, too."
What strikes the tired eye
is now the
Working on Thanksgiving Weekend
we'll tour the studios next year
and the gift shop at the museum
is kind of racist
Aboriginal trinkets made in China
But as I stand here with you at our apartment window,
as the leaves make their mess on the parallel streets,
You tell me about this one nice time
you caught a leaf and made a wish
"You know, you can make tea out of cedar"
Burnt the applecrisp
that was made from burnt applesauce
an enthusiastic failure