They said during the tour that tics are essentially a new thing for Canadians.
It is seen as a sign.
Species proliferate in climates suitable for their survival.
And I thought, “Wait, where will I go?”
The tics have increased flexibility.
The tics have increased options.
More warm places to go.
But when the patterns shift,
What are my options?
When the wind blows harder?
When the dust storms are common?
When the floods come?
When the droughts come?
When the fires rage?
But wait…
Are we stupider than tics?
Art DuBois Poems and Photos 
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