We went to the North Country
Where the trees grow at an angle in deference to the wailing March wind
And kites take no effort
And sister's headstone is in Dubois
It is graying slightly because of the weather but at least it doesn't bend like the trees
Then back to grandma's house
Then back to our little one where we rip up carpet willy nilly
And there will soon be no turquoise left!
And then it's just a regular Tuesday like nothing even happened.