Iqaluit Summer

First the cold hits.
Then the dust.
Dirt roads, dirt air, dirt sky.
In bursts, beauty appears.
Royal purple carpet of tundra flowers.
Igloo-shaped catholic church.
Glacier-forged hills.
A patchwork quilt of stilt houses.
The frigid wind welcomes me with a bear-hug,
breaking the news that this –
this harsh, bold, tumbled, tenacious land –
this is home too.

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