your father wants to take a trip
to nova scotia
in an RV.
wanting to return home
before he dies.
you say something along
the lines of really,
i'm not so sure, maybe.
for Christmas you send him
a calendar of Halifax.
the ocean,
the trees turning color.
it's not the same,
but it's something for him
to look at
and ponder. the buildings,
the churches,
the long lush fields
where he grew up.
maybe you could fly, you
think. maybe.
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