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Strange crossings

Now that we've had drought and flood
we've seen the many transits
of Spring and Summer
of Spring to Summer
of Summer to something else

we've seen strange crossings
the turtle crossing road just outside of Smith's Falls
painted or snapping, unusually Blanding's
on the chemin d'Aylmer
ducks crossing proudly from the Ottawa River
to the wetlands to the north
the grass is always greener
and under the Heron transitway station
road to aylmer just outside of downtown
and leopard frogs crossing under heron transitway station
in the rain
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nor did any of these have plausible deniability
when they so blatantly flaunted their need
to take the right of way
to enjoy what's straightforwardly theirs

and any who challenge their plodding persistence
are surely unreliable witnesses
testifying to fake news and alternative facts
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when clearly seeing is believing
whatever the orange man says
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and says again
"What you're seeing and what you're reading is not what's happening"
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pay no attention to the man behind the curtain
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when making all of Summer's strange crossings
sure in the hope
God loves the wildebeast
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bringing rain in their midst
from the Serengeti west
as they consume many more times their weight
migrating to Kenya from Tanzania
and back again.

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