We almost breezed through Alberta without leaving any poems! The road is so straight, you whiz through without realizing how far you’ve come. By the time we reached Medicine Hat I recollected myself and managed to leave this on a visitor center hiking map.
We went for a walk through some rolling hills, and by the time we got back my poem was gone! Did someone take it home? I hope so! Did it blow away, or get thrown in the garbage? Quite possibly. I have to accept all those possibilities.