No planes should be going up and down from Canada, internationally. Should have been like this back to last year. No-brainer. But we have a no-brainer PM.
Here’s an updated version of an olde poem:
April Cyclist
The yanking nuthatch and good sun
tracking me under tall trees:
the hard crunching of stones
under tires. Bike shadows–
a moving process on
quiet morning streets.
Passing a Mandarin school’s recess:
how the world comes to Edmo.
That and above, a plane dropping
down with its Covid load brisk
to start the morning right.
It only remains now for
an ISIL guy in the bush ahead
with righteous sword to complete
this scene of Kill and don’t let live.