if your father saw
a license plate
from Canada he would stop
the car,
hop out and go shake
their hand.
have a conversation
in the middle of the street
with these
strangers from
nova scotia,
or Ontario.
traffic would back up.
horns would blow.
curses and fingers
would get thrown his way,
he didn't care and waved
the cars to go around.
he lived there
for maybe a year or two
as a child.
now that he no longer drives
and has you to drive him around,
he asks you
to roll down
the window
and question these people,
ask these Canadians
if they've ever been
to Halifax, or Montreal.
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