spring rituals

by waaseyaa'sin christine sy

if lilac smells
can be violently
beautiful

again

blown up here
into this worn
out yard
packed down
by Indigenous moms
and babies
living in the city,
packed down yard
from playing
hard and too
much winter
salt on walkways
and parking lots
blown up here
down wind
from the
otonabee
tearing through
olfactory paths
searing nostrils
the brain
inscribing
something
of the english,
settler colonization,
displacement,
farms

lilacs
violent
beautiful

won’t stop
myself
from loving them

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