Wrapped in grey      overcast      the sweet
wind of spring      clad      in the sallow thatch
spun upon the air      puppy feet      a naked belly
my one      my only      holds my shoulders with calm
against a conspiracy      of idiocy      of sit and stay
closing      eyes      diving into a memory of cherry
“Pops”      sees the world      its graffiti      colourful and bold
when we came      here we are      a waving flag
centrism      isolationsim      naive nationalism
supply-chain management      a skating rink
a maple tree      a beaver-tail      a cinnamon swale
I inhale      a childhood dream      a fable told
a warning      a learning      an unspent yearning
a paw pressed to palm      don’t leave me      ever
my heart      vulnerable      us      never escape.

∞

Submitted as part of “National/Global Poetry Writing Month” (#NaPoWriMo #GloPoWriMo).

Today’s prompt: Day Twenty-Six: For this prompt, you will need to fill out, in five minutes or less, the following “Almanac Questionnaire.” Then, use your responses as to basis for a poem. Happy writing!

Almanac Questionnaire
Weather: Overcast and temperate
Flora: Backyard. Straw grass, weeds, and new spring shoots.
Architecture: Single-family dwelling
Customs: Family dinner and family cultivation
Mammals/reptiles/fish: Dogs (obviously)
Childhood dream: To see the world
Found on the Street: Immigrants and families from the “Old World”
Export: Wheat
Graffiti: “Pops” as seen in Spain
Lover: My wife and only
Conspiracy: The ruling government (e.g. Trump) wants to keep people stupid and dependent so they need them.
Dress: Today, comfortable jeans and long-sleeve Henley.
Hometown memory: Cherry blossoms in spring
Notable person: Many, given our current world, let’s say Trudeau Sr.
Outside your window, you find: Normally, Parliament and the Canadian Flag over our Peace Tower. Today, a Norwegian Maple, a haven for birds.
Today’s news headline: “A Conservative MP’s accusation tarred a Chinese Canadian as a double agent”
Scrap from a letter: “This afternoon, I’ve been watching the quail on the front lawn….”
Animal from a myth: Pegasus
Story read to children at night: The Boy Who Cried Bigfoot
You walk three minutes down an alley and you find: “A dumpster and a fire escape”
You walk to the border and hear: “Protests”
What you fear: That I will lose Leo, prematurely.
Picture on your city’s postcard: A beaver-tail, maple-leaf, and Rideau Canal.