dash 8, halifax to deer lake, probably forty people.
an attendant dispenses shortbread biscuits packaged in plastic
and a propellor shudders just outside my front row window.

several men in the back spend the flight joking loudly,
so upon landing a woman stands and jovially scolds,
"You crowd make some racket! Feels just like home on here."
"Where's home, my dear?"
"Morton's Harbour."

and instantly the entire aisle choruses
"All around the cir-cle!"