in that September off

Isle aux Morts

the desultory sea

grew more so through the night



and made one think of

tawny ports,

as aspen tremblin'

in tomorrow's thorough light

and of Tallulah Bankhead

and Canada Lee

somewhere far-off, peaceful, sleeping

and done with acting



past the Dire Wolf's lair

on a Newfoundland's paws

close to nowhere

and halfway across



but never more 'here'

expanse getting broader

though bigger boats been

done by less water

tho better boats been done by this water

tho better boats been done by less water



in that september off

Isle aux Morts

colourable seas

grew more to through the night



And made one think of

yawnin' shores

Gambier-bleached

in tomorrow's thorough light



and the Tallulah Bankhead

and Canada Lee

somewhere far-off, peaceful, sleeping

they learned to love sleep



at the Dire Wolf's crest

the Newfoundland paused

desolate's best

was gotten across



we were never more 'here'

expanse getting broader

when better boats been

done by this water



at the Dire Wolf's best

the Newfoundland paused

so desperate as

to be a lost cause



you were never more hear

expanse getting broader

when better boats been

done by this water

where bigger boats been done by less water

and betting boats been done by this water

when bigger boats been done by less water

and better boats been done by this water