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postcards from Calgary

I

the neon glow of a thousand

fluorescent signs and street lights,

strip plazas and SUVs

gas prices still skyrocket

(higher than the Hammer though)

numbered street signs dividing

the city in four from its

central core.

II

dawns bright and sunny in our

very own “Sunshine State”

life reeking continually of stale

sundrenched prairie grasses and the

“choo-choo” from the train cars

across the street from Elbow River

and Fort Calgary;

falsely planted trees decorate the

city centre, an architectural contrast

from the plexiglassed highrises that

the Hammer doesn’t have;

won’t go up their pride

“The Tower”

s’not as high as the CN and I

will never climb that steel and glass

monstrosity anyways.

III

the people here all look the same,

a mixed racial crockpot of

Anglo-Euro-Afro-Eastern-Spanish-Chinks

(natives only to Canada),

and machine pressed advertisements

still litter these streets,

and all those proverbs prove true,

cabbies are jerks the world over

and there truly are only two seasons

in Canada…