Victoria’s Birthday
calls New Brunswickers
to cottage, campground, and to trailer park,
and wrapped in memories
of sunny days and barbecues,
it beckons us to follow.
But like the week’s
elusive draws,
it only buys a chance to win,
and doesn’t guarantee the prize.
The ticket,
paid for by storms and sleet
and snow that’s shoveled shoulder high,
more often yields
cold winds,
cloudy days,
and constant rain.
But having bought a ticket,
at least allows us dreams
of what to do with what’s been won,
and gives us hope,
our dark and dreary days
will soon be done.
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I will always buy a ticket.