as i
drive
to canada
to buy some maple syrup.
i'm tired, but press on,
my hands slipping
off the wheel.
i run into
a moose
who stands
in the middle of the road.
unmoving, his brown
eyes blinking
in my headlights.
i wake
up in a hospital
with a nurse
speaking french. she's
kind and sweet,
and nurses me back to health.
we fall in love.
we get married, we
live happily ever
after.
and it's all because
of maple syrup.
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