In the train yard, pulling out of Moncton:
Boxy. Linear. Gritty. Unkempt.
Like some men I've known.
(not really! I just threw that in to see if you're paying attention)
The Tantramar Marsh, tidal saltwater mudpit
and wild fowl habitat,
between New Brunswick and Nova Scotia.
The marshland is an east coast watery version of the prairies with its flatness and big skies.
This is where they grow school buses,
as yellow as dandelions.
And here are messengers of the future, waving their arms in their own mysterious semaphore.
Next stop: Halifax.
