Canada Day

I am driving north on Highway 6
in the starless dark. And I see
you no longer let me
hold your hand,
which forms a knuckle of stone
as you dig your way
into sleep.
To the east, far into the east, are fireworks.
I watch their colours rise,
open and close,
fall back into the other side
of the world that lives in the forest.
Like a bloom climbing
out of the mossy darkness,
vanishing as it turns back
into itself.

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