Inspired by art, springtime, and a recent vacation.
"To be whole is to be part; true voyage is return"
- Ursula K. Le Guin, The Dispossesed
First, the mountains repaint the sky,
and colour, an old friend,
circles the delta, eyeing
planes simmering above plains.
From here, the ocean
still withholds its sound. Not yet.
See Vancouverites warily emerge,
beneath umbrellas and metal sculptures.
Watch flowers detonate,
sakuras reborn in new pink.
Finally, you hear birdsong again
their song so swift it sounds still against
the open tarmac like a canvas
the wings land, flight returns.
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