If You're Not From 

I
If you’re not from the Prairies
you don’t know the clouds
you can’t know the clouds
the colour of blueberries and fluffy whipped cream
they sail in cerulean skies

II
if you’re not from the North
you don’t know the loons
you can’t know the loons
their haunting lament across a lake
is a mournful summons to evening prayer

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