To my hometown's cobblestone streets, my lineage.
To the haystacks leaning inland
To the travail of gulls
To the dunes ever relocating
To altar candles and the yellowed flowers
of wall paper and sepia albums
It doesn't matter
someone knows better
It's you and me forever
even as we walk the village church yard,
even as cock vanes spin insanly
announcing impending heavy weather
It's you and me against the wind tossed brine,
the grey of sea tinting dark, let us be thankful,
thankful for summer night staring winter anguish,
thankful for insect revival
thankful for the geese returning
Yours sincerely, Newfoundland.
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