Musketo Cove

Saint Paul, 15 December 2005

South of the Metedeconk

On a limb of silvery driftwood

Once felled by carpenter ants

Stabbed to outstretched summers

Like a memoir pinned to a stag spindle

On a empty map dated 1778

Lies a bay called Musketo Cove

In solemn disremembered shores

Pre-pubescent potions prolonged by

Inkberry holly bushes and crab bait killifish

A briny swill of last impressions

Tuesdays on my Schwinn Stingray

Tailing candied clouds of mosquito trucks

No one noticed I was gone

For weeks at a time

Notes:

Musketo Cove was the name of Silver Bay, NJ; location of our shore house.