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