Christine, in the
Halifax airport
Fog
delays, at least eight hours. They remain. The larger weather patters,
patterns. Toddler walks, squaks, befriends beyond their gate. I wait for
updates, texts. Lower ebbs of Gatineau, Ottawa, Toronto underwater. Rigaud.
Families lost, and relocated. Of biblical proportions. A pleth. The Chaudiere,
rages. It holds down the house. A syntax, excludes. May have washed away. How
high’s the water, mama? Their plane out hasn’t even arrived.
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