I had to walk ten city blocks

To find Café Joie.

That’s ten times the length in Washington

To find some plain coffee.

I paid a polite barista

With a blue, 20-loony bill.

The traffic lights are flashing green,

And I can buy a prescription pill.

I can calculate distances

By moving a decimal place,

And I can drive 100

Without being in a race.

It’s a different place than the USA.

Yes, Canada’s where I’ve been.

Now I publish this, just hoping

The “yanks” will let me come back in.

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