Blizzard by Lorna Crozier Walking into wind, I lean into my mother's muskrat coat; around the cuffs her wrist bones have worn away the fur. If we stood still we'd disappear. There's no up or down, no houses with their windows lit. The only noise is wind and what's inside us. When we get home my father will be there or not. No one ever looks for us. I could lie down and stay right here where snow is all that happens, and silence isn't loneliness just cold not talking. My mother tugs at me and won't let go. Then stops to find her bearings. In our hoods of stars we don't know if anyone will understand the tongue we speak, so far we are from home. Lorna Crozier will get us through.

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