impromptu

if i drove up eighty-seven
up past montreal
following the bluest veins
following through icy rains
would i emerge in the present
and know just where to begin
and you say yeah, but why so cold, and so canadian
i guess it's got to feel like some exodus
and if i succeed, well there will be more of us
and if i don't well i don't really know

girls
who have found our unsung nation
where we left so much land to itself
that everyone had her own mountain
well if you think of this girl and the dreams that made her
write your secrets on hornet nest paper
and blow it high across the border