If you will help me watch for eye-glow

I will drive to the boardwalks

I didn’t mind the milkrun.

As long as the Pioneer was pounding Talk Dirty to Me

the broken centreline trail was rendered

Rhythmical

Passing the Viking meant we were nearly there.

To the lake we went, every weekend.

July gave us only seven hours of dark

At 5:30, as the stars fell away and the clouds of reverie pass

red eyed vireos broke into song.

There were some things you just didn’t learn in the city

Like when it was safe to cross a frozen lake or river

when eddies kept the ice thin.

That the eyes of moose never reflected light

that black flies are a scourge to wild horses

that there were wild horses.

I learned to make a bonfire with enough smoke to keep skeeters away.

This is where my first love taught me to ride a dirt bike

And where I learned to crash

Safely.

Sandy Hook is the panacea to timeclocks  

Time takes a seat in a hammok

wearing a bikini top and gripping an icy beverage

and the only home invader is the racoon plundering through the shed.

I saw a young girl with fish flies in her hair

She speaks to fairies I thought

The magpie flew away with my chips

It’s always time for a swim.

malai carrara © 2013