"Newfoundland and Labrador"
"Newfoundland gives Labrador its first ice report
since June each November.
Labrador listens to radio Newfoundland,
more closely during daylight savings.
A last vessel parts a maritime province for the Atlantic,
last though others after radio in with cause.
Dimensions then our time and gist that
had been constant distances.
A young man dangling in his berth a foot or so under water
feels the viscid passage requires something new of him.
Oxygen, make red mean go again and blue come back.
There is nothing says two men on the three weeks new inch
can't tread the strait to a small, mountainous granite
island equidistant, two dogs lost though no one's there.
The zombie fog makes the lighthouse lean.
Dawn reveals hair by hair each asterisk in the glassy ground
like second hands and Labrador in the light of Newfoundland,
but almost at once.
A good off-color story about geese before,
at once, the station fades.
The double A batteries popped from their bubble scrotum
and flung into terrain atop a roof are,
as well they should be, rolling either's
groundswell into tandem gears.
Ribbon unto ribbon, on axes lateral under skies.
In June again nothing says go back in a V formation.
The trail though is disappearing into theory,
lest it bear repeating."